We drove separately.
Marcus carried the box.
Daniel carried copies.
I carried nothing except my phone and the sick feeling that someone was following us.
We met at an attorney's office across town.
Daniel's lawyer was an older woman named Rebecca Shaw.
She listened without interrupting.
When Daniel finished, she opened the ledger.
Then the contracts.
Then the photographs.
Her expression became increasingly serious.
“This is not something you handle yourselves.”
Marcus nodded.
“We know.”
Rebecca looked at me.
“Did anyone threaten you directly?”
I showed her the message.
She photographed it.
“Keep the original.”
“What happens now?”
“I make copies.”
“Then?”
“I contact the appropriate authorities.”
Daniel looked uneasy.
“You believe me?”
Rebecca closed the folder.
“I believe the documents deserve investigation.”
That answer seemed to satisfy him.
She spent nearly an hour scanning everything.
When she finished, she handed the original ledger back.
“I want this somewhere secure.”
“I don't have anywhere secure,” I said.
Rebecca looked at Marcus.
“Do you?”
He nodded.
“I know a place.”
We left.
The drive back was quiet.
Marcus kept checking the mirrors.
Daniel drove behind us.
When we reached the building, Marcus didn't pull into the parking area.
He drove past.
“Why?”
“Because the van is back.”
I looked behind us.
The white van was parked near the entrance.
Daniel saw it too.
We circled the block.
Then another.
Finally, Marcus parked near a busy store.
“We wait.”
“For what?”
“To see if they follow.”
Twenty minutes passed.
The van didn't appear.
Marcus exhaled.
“Maybe they didn't.”
Daniel shook his head.
“They did.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I've spent years watching people who don't want to be noticed.”
I looked at him.
“That isn't comforting.”
“No.”
He paused.
“But it keeps you alive.”
We returned to the building after dark.
Mr. Henderson was waiting in the lobby.
He looked exhausted.
“Someone broke into the basement.”
Marcus stopped.
“When?”
“An hour ago.”
“What did they take?”
“The cabinet.”
I frowned.
“The cabinet?”
“The old monitoring cabinet.”
Daniel swore under his breath.
Marcus looked at me.
“They're removing evidence.”
Mr. Henderson nodded.
“I called the police.”
“Good.”
“There's more.”
He handed Marcus an envelope.
“This was left in my office.”
Inside was a photograph.
My apartment.
Taken from across the street.
The image showed me carrying groceries.
Liam stood beside me.
My blood ran cold.
Marcus took the photograph.
“Where did you find this?”
“On my desk.”
Daniel looked at it.
“This is recent.”
“How recent?”
“Yesterday.”
I felt sick.
Someone had been watching us.
Not just the building.
Me.
Liam.
Marcus.
Rebecca had warned us not to confront anyone.
So we didn't.
Instead, we went upstairs.
Marcus checked the apartment.
Nothing appeared disturbed.
Then he noticed the smoke detector.
He stared at it.
“What?”
He removed the battery.
Inside the housing was a tiny black device.
He froze.
I whispered, “What is that?”
“A transmitter.”
My legs weakened.
“You're sure?”
“Yes.”
He didn't touch it.
He photographed it.
Then placed the battery back.
“Don't remove it.”
“Why?”
“Because now we know.”
He looked at me.
“Someone has been monitoring this apartment.”
For how long?
We didn't know.
I thought about every private conversation.
Every night.
Every time Liam and I had argued.
Every time Marcus and I had discussed the hidden corridor.
My stomach turned.
Marcus noticed.
“Don't think about that.”
“How can I not?”
“Because we can't change it.”
Daniel stood in the doorway.
“There's another possibility.”
“What?”
“The device might have been installed recently.”
Marcus looked at him.
“How?”
“The mounting plate.”
“The one you noticed?”
Daniel nodded.
“Those plates were replaced during the renovation.”
Marcus shook his head.
“Then why is the transmitter new?”
“Someone used the old infrastructure.”
The three of us looked at each other.
The system hadn't been forgotten.
Someone had modernized it.
Recently.
My phone buzzed.
A message.
*You should have left the man outside.**
I stared at it.
Marcus took my phone.
“Don't respond.”
“I won't.”
He looked toward Daniel.
Daniel's face had gone pale.
“What?”
“That sentence.”
“What about it?”
“It means they know how this started.”
He looked at Marcus.
“They know I came back.”
Then the lights went out.
The apartment dropped into darkness.
Liam wasn't home.
That was the only thought that mattered.
I reached for my phone flashlight.
Marcus whispered, “Stay here.”
A sound came from the hallway.
Footsteps.
Slow.
One.
Two.
Three.
Marcus moved toward the door.
Daniel caught his arm.
“Don't.”
The footsteps stopped.
Then came the sound of the front door opening.
Our door.
Someone had a key.
Marcus looked at me.
I understood immediately.
The old key.
The one assigned to apartment 217.
The door opened a few inches.
A hand appeared.
Then Marcus slammed it shut.
The person outside pushed.
The lock held.
For several seconds, nobody spoke.
Then a voice came through the door.
“Marcus.”
He froze.
The voice continued.
“You've been warned.”
Daniel whispered, “That's him.”
“Who?”
“Evan.”
Marcus looked at the door.
The handle moved again.
Then footsteps retreated.
We waited.
A minute.
Two.
Finally, the hallway went silent.
Marcus opened the door.
Nobody was there.
But something had been left on the floor.
A key.
He picked it up with a cloth.
Stamped into the metal were three digits.
217.
On the back was a small engraving.
*Northbridge.**
Marcus stared at it.
Then his phone rang.
Rebecca.
He answered.
Her voice was urgent.
“I found the connection.”
“What connection?”
“Northbridge wasn't just a contractor.”
Marcus looked at me.
“What were they?”
Rebecca paused.
“An affiliate of Victor Hale's property company.”
Daniel closed his eyes.
Rebecca continued.
“And there is something else.”
“What?”
“The company has been dissolved.”
Marcus frowned.
“When?”
“Three months ago.”
“Why?”
“I don't know yet.”
Daniel looked toward the dark hallway.
Three months.
The same time the new transmitter had appeared.
The same time my apartment had been flagged.
The same time my rent problems began.
The pattern was finally visible.
Someone had been cleaning up the old system.
And we had stumbled into the cleanup.
Rebecca's voice came through the speaker.
“Whatever you do, do not go back into that basement.”
Marcus looked at me.
Then at Daniel.
“We won't.”
He ended the call.
For a moment, none of us spoke.
Then I heard a sound from Liam's bedroom.
A soft click.
Marcus's face changed.
He moved toward the room.
I followed.
The window was closed.
The room was empty.
But the small night-light beside Liam's bed was turned on.
None of us had turned it on.
Marcus looked at the window.
Then at the floor.
A muddy footprint marked the carpet.
Someone had been inside.
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