Kylian
Marcus had a trace running on the number within twenty minutes, though he warned me before he'd even finished dialing into his contact at the carrier that whoever sent it likely knew how to cover their tracks.
"Burner phone," he confirmed an hour later, standing in the study with his tablet still open. "Purchased with cash three days ago from a convenience store two towns over. No camera angle on the register, which tells me whoever bought it knew exactly where the blind spots were."
"That's not Vanessa," Isabella said quietly, from the chair where she'd been sitting since the message arrived, her arms wrapped around herself in a way I hadn't seen since the early weeks after the river. "She wouldn't know how to find a*****e without cameras. She's never had to think that way in he
