The Handkerchief on the Bus
Chapter 11 — The Text
I was still photographing Waylon’s documents when my phone buzzed against the table, and the screen turned my blood to ice.
It was a message from Cody’s phone. Mom.
A man says you have to come.
The old fish warehouses on the docks.
Come alone and bring the drive.
Please.
The diner tilted around me.
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