Chapter 85.

STACY.

“Driver, please get the car—we’re leaving now,” I order the guard who escorted me to the office.

He nods and rushes out, leaving me staring down at the contents of the box I just received. Inside is a photo of me and my son smeared in some red substance, accompanied by a strange, unsettling voodoo doll I can’t begin to describe. My pulse races as I wonder which of Jason’s enemies could have sent this.

“Lizzy, did you get a look at the guy who handed you this?” I ask, preparing to leave.

She shakes her head, visibly shaken. “Not really. I was packing my car when he just… appeared, handed it over, then said it was for you and walked away without another word.”

I exhale slowly, fear settling like a weight in my chest. My son’s life is once again under threat.

“Alright, handle things here. I’ll call you once I reach Midnight Pack,” I say.

“What? You can’t seriously leave me alone with that,” she protests, pointing at the box.

I manage a strained smile. “I’m sorry, L