"Allison is at the coordinates. Fiona is at the station," the voice said. "And you? You're the one who’s going to tell me where the third coin is. Because I know you didn't throw it in the lake. I watched you hide it in the floorboards of that office you're sitting in."
Julian realized the zip file wasn't just data. It was a tracking beacon. By unzipping it, he’d pinged his exact location to the sender. Outside, a black SUV pulled into the driveway. Download File Allison Fiona.zip
The file blinked open. It was a scanned police report from forty-eight hours ago. It described a vehicle abandoned on a mountain road—Julian’s car. But Julian was sitting in his office. He looked out his window. His driveway was empty. The Realization The phone on his desk rang. The caller ID was restricted. "Allison is at the coordinates
Then he remembered the audio. “He’s looking for the third one.” You're the one who’s going to tell me
"Where are they?" Julian shouted, his hand trembling on the mouse.