Page 249 of Ranger's Wildflower
Doubt creeping in.
I step closer.
Rest my hand lightly at her back.
Grounding.
She doesn’t pull away.
Good.
“What are you saying?” she whispers.
He watches her carefully.
“Your friend wasn’t just moving money,” he says. “She was moving information.”
That’s worse.
“What kind?” she asks.
“Names.”
Silence hits hard.
Names.
That’s bad.
Real bad.
“Names of who?” she asks.
“People in power,” he says. “People who paid to stay invisible.”
My blood runs cold.
“And she had that?”
“Yes. On a drive. In the car.”
Everything clicks into place.
“They weren’t after you,” he adds. “They were after that.”
I exhale slowly.
“What happened to it?” she asks.
His smile fades.
“That’s the problem.”
A beat.
“It disappeared.”
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