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The assassin crouched atop the rooftop, sharp eyes fixed on Brandon's black sedan weaving through the winding forest road. The tracker blinked faintly on the tablet in her gloved hands-still moving, steady.
"Stay predictable, lover boy," she murmured under her breath.
But just as Brandon's car approached a fork, the signal flickered. She squinted