ped, but the grou

t for

shoebox they'd buried just days after Viktor's murder. The one holding his phon

clawed at the dirt

ilence, cigarette

uldn't touch it

us a death threat in cursive,"

missed somethi

," Lena said. "And scar

om the earth, nails c

ktor's bur

e

ot br

f sand. "We plug it in, we find out

maybe who else w

vy's

desk lamp and the pale moon outside. Her sketchpad was open beside

uldn't

nto her brain: the exact angle of

behind the ve

hiding.

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one

hone

e

Midnight.

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y clothed in the dry tub, staring at the

eel the other bo

the heat. The r

pposed to me

at moment-his moment-and

could nev

r phone he'd stolen from Vi

gle unsent m

eone labeled onl

he me

. The girl is yours i

s stomac

gi

e

mson Vault

smelled like

hood up, sketchpa

Jaxon, who didn't say much-he

ing," Lena said

you find?"

her Viktor's

here's a message on it.

Her brows pul

sellin

hed. "To someone

oked a

heard th

iktor's buyers. Elite clientele. No

the mafia?

Jaxon said coldly. "And bur

. "You think Viktor wa

id," Jaxon said. "We

watched the Vaul

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lens. Snapped

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that was no