“WE ARE compromised.”
The words left Jeremiah’s mouth before he fully meant to say them out loud.
The warehouse did not answer him. It never did.
Jeremiah lowered the burner phone from his ear and stared at the blank wall across from him. His reflection stared back in the warped metal of a rusted locker. Eyes sharp. Jaw tight. No trace of panic. He had learned how to keep fear quiet a long time ago.
That did not mean it was not there.
“You still with me?” Lily’s voice came through the phone, faint with static but unmistakably tense.
“I am here,” he said. He forced his tone steady. “Listen to me. You need to slow down. Where are you right now?”
There was a pause. A breath.
“At Robert’s,” she said. “He stepped out to take a call. Why? What is going on?”
Jeremiah closed his eyes.
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