Doubts as it should...As I reached my bedroom, I slammed the door shut and paced across the room, my mind racing. **Fabian.** They were getting closer to him, but I had been careful—too careful to let them find a direct link to me. Still, if they did, everything I had built would crumble.I couldn’t let that happen.I needed to get to Fabian first. If I could control the narrative, change a lot of the things happening **before** they caught him, I could turn this whole situation around. But I would need help. I couldn’t afford any mistakes.As I sat down **quietly**, thinking of what I could possibly do, I heard my phone ring, and I quickly reached for it.“Well, speak of the devil,” I said, looking at the telephone number boldly displayed on the screen."Fabian," I hissed, my voice dripping with venom, "well, it's about time you called. We need to talk."His breathing was a bit hitched and somewhat unusual, but I didn't pay much attention to it since I had better things to think abo
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