Lexy sat in James' car, the tension between them as thick as the summer heat pressing against the windows. The city lights flickered outside, but neither of them moved.
The latest message still burned in her mind.
Red suits you, but secrets don't.
Whoever this was, they weren't just toying with them anymore. They were closing in.
James exhaled sharply, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "We need to get ahead of this."
Lexy turned to him, her heart pounding. "How? We don't even know who it is."
A muscle ticked in his jaw. "Then we find out."
The Hunt for Answers
James had resources. Contacts. People who could dig into things quietly. He made a few calls, and within hours, they had the first real clue.
The messages were coming from a burner phone. No registered owner. But the signal had pinged near James' office.
Lexy's stomach twisted. "That means it's someone close. Someone who has access to us."
James nodded, his eyes dark. "Someone who wants us to know they're watching."
The realization sent a chill down her spine. This wasn't just a warning. It was a threat.
The First Mistake
The tension between them only fueled the fire when they were alone. The fear, the risk made everything even more intoxicating.
They told themselves they would be careful. That they would meet in places no one would suspect.
But then came the mistake.
A moment of weakness.
A late-night rendezvous in his office.
They were reckless, pinned against his desk, lost in each other, when the door creaked open.
Lexy barely had time to shove James away before they turned and saw the silhouette standing in the doorway.
The air went dead silent.
Then came a slow, mocking clap.
Lexy's stomach dropped.
It wasn't his wife.
It was someone worse.