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Turn around.

What the hell? Could he see what I was doing? No, that wasn’t possible.

I needed to make sure because if that was the case, he was better than I thought. I hovered the mouse over the folder.

Don’t do it.

“Screw you, asshole. You’re not the boss of me,” I declared and clicked on the folder, only to frown at the thousands of pictures of women and young children.

“Huh. Weird.”

Why would the person on the other end of the line warn me away from this folder and not the one before that? It seemed innocent enough. Maybe the video had more explanations.

STOP.

The huge sign appeared on my computer one second too late. I opened the file and covered my mouth in horror.

“Jesus.”

What the hell is this?

I told you not to go there.

What. Am. I. Watching?

It’s a snuff film.

Is this for real?

Yes.

I close the video in disgust, only for my program to screech in warning.

Shit. Someone flagged me at Winthrop Financials.

You have to leave. Run, now.

I can’t. I have nowhere to go.

Go to the Sun Café on Baker Street. I will be there waiting for you at 7AM every morning for the next month. After that, you’re on your own.

I hesitated before sending out my last message.

How will I recognize you?

Look for a hawk. Now run, they’re coming for you.

His message made my blood run cold.

The computer made a halting sound when I unplugged the power bar, grabbed my things, and stuffed them into my bag in terror. I needed to get the hell away from here. Now.

I ran down nine flights of stairs with my things, ignoring how my lungs were about to explode from the strain.

When I finally got on the ground floor, I flung the door wide open, only to come face-to-face with four grown men waiting for me with their weapons drawn.

“Hold it right there,” one of them shouted, uncaring that the library’s alarm was screaming its outrage to the world.

I quickly raised my arms in surrender. My knees were trembling in fear. I thought for sure I’d pass out.

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