She had hidden proof.
His own phone vibrated again.
Another message from the same unknown number.
“Put it back under the seat tomorrow.”
Manuel felt a chill run through him.
Someone knew exactly where the phone had been hidden.
Someone knew he had found it.
He looked around the empty bus yard. The late afternoon sun stretched long shadows across the pavement. Mechanics worked in the distance, unaware of the storm brewing in Manuel’s chest.
For ten years he had transported children safely.
But this… this was something else.
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