I noticed it instantly.
She wasn’t expecting this.
My father’s eyes darkened.
“Eleanor isn’t the threat.”
The agent slowly stood.
My stomach tightened.
On the screen, my father pointed directly toward the camera.
“The threat is Agent Karen Holt.”
The woman beside me.
The FBI agent.
Her face drained of color.
My father continued.
“If she’s standing next to you right now, run.”
Everything happened at once.
The agent lunged toward the laptop.
I grabbed it first.
The screen shook violently.
My father’s voice filled the storage unit.
“Karen Holt has spent six years stealing evidence and eliminating witnesses. She works for the people she claims to investigate.”
The agent pulled a pistol from beneath her coat.
“Turn it off.”
I stared at her.
The gun pointed directly at my chest.
Suddenly every strange thing made sense.
The empty coffin.
The warning.
The text.
The urgency.
