Kane looked at the phone for several more seconds before handing it back, his expression unchanged. If I hadn't been paying attention I would've thought the messages meant nothing, but I was paying attention, and his eyes moved once toward the window, then toward the door, then around the room like he wasn't seeing furniture at all, like he was calculating something the rest of us couldn't see."Did you touch anything?""What?""The window."I looked toward it, then shook my head. "Just the curtain."He nodded once. "The door.""I didn't open it.""Anyone enter?""No."He stayed quiet for a moment, then asked, "The messages, did they continue?"I unlocked my phone and handed it over. Nothing — no unknown number, no messages, no notifications, just empty. I stared at the screen, my chest tightening. "No." I took the phone back and opened messages anyway, as if looking twice might change something. Still nothing."It was here," I said, looking up.Kane looked at the screen once, then qu
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