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Her phone buzzed. Cassian.

“The pills are allergy meds—I had a pharmacist check the shape. The girl is your cousin—I ran her face through a search. And the wall?” Lena paused, a rare flicker of softness in her voice. “That’s just a kid who didn’t know how to ask for help yet. Own it.” bravo bodycheck pics

“But the pills, the girl… the wall.” Her phone buzzed

“My ex-trainer, Rusty. I fired him three months ago for leaking my game-day schedule to a betting ring. He said this is just ‘a taste.’ He wants two million by tomorrow or he sends the whole set to Barstool, TMZ, and my girlfriend’s father.” The girl is your cousin—I ran her face through a search

“They’ll respect you,” Lena said. “While you’re doing that, I’m calling the FBI. Rusty crossed state lines with those images—that’s interstate extortion. I already have his IP from the email.”

Lena closed her laptop. Outside her window, the city was a grid of cold blue light. She didn’t feel like a firefighter anymore. She felt like a chess player who’d just watched a pawn turn into a queen.

She clicked the link. The folder contained twelve photos. She opened the first one.