Ethan nudged me with his foot. “Good.”
Then he stepped away, speaking into his phone.
“They took it. Soon it’ll be over.”
A woman answered. “Are you sure?”
“I measured everything. It’ll look accidental.”
She sounded pleased. “Finally, we’re free.”
His reply chilled me. “I’ve been waiting for this.”
Betrayal doesn’t scream. It waits quietly, smiling across the table.
That’s when I understood—Ryan was never meant to survive either. I heard drawers opening, metal sounds, then footsteps returning. A bag dragged across the floor.
“Goodbye,” he whispered.
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