Lisa sat on the edge of her bed, the glow of the city lights seeping through the curtains. Her heart raced as she clutched the flash drive in her palm.
Her mind screamed with questions.
Who sent this? What do they know? What if I’m just walking into another trap?
But a part of her knew—this wasn’t paranoia. This was real.
*****
Earlier that night, she had slipped out of the house quietly, telling Liam she was meeting a client.
Her hands were still cold from the rooftop encounter. The masked figure’s voice echoed in her head.
"Loyalty is dangerous, Lisa. Trust the wrong person, and you’ll drown with them."
Now, back in her room, she hesitated.
Her laptop sat on the desk, the screen black and waiting. She could feel Liam’s presence down the hall—working late in his office, the soft
