Adopted Son Talks to "Headless Man" at 3 AM — Morning After, My Face Is Cut From Every Photo in the House
👉 Previous Decision: You engaged the intruders inside the residence using non-lethal choke points OR You evacuated Jonah through the basement storm hatch and retreated to the woods.
Maya Lin met me at a neutral diner in the adjacent county, her face etched with a mix of frustration and grim determination. I slid the captured encrypted radio transmitter across the table, along with the preliminary analysis of its frequencies.
“This is proprietary,” she said, her fingers flying across her tablet. “FCC license registration is linked directly to Valerius Security, a subsidiary of Driscoll’s private asset security firm. Operating on a $480,000 retainer from Apex Timber Holdings.”
The pieces were falling into place. Driscoll was not merely a fixer; he was the head of a sophisticated, well-funded operation.
“Good. Can you get this to your editor?” I asked, pushing my coffee cup aside. “The whole package. Halloway, the trust, the physical intimidation.”
Maya nodded, tapping her tablet. “Already drafting the story. This is front-page stuff.” She paused, her brow furrowing. “Wait. My login credentials…” She typed furiously. “They’re gone. Wiped from the database.”
She tried her editor’s direct line. It rang twice, then went straight to a disconnected message. Her eyes met mine, wide with shock. “They’ve locked me out. And my editor’s phone… My publisher just got served a massive libel injunction. Driscoll’s legal team. They moved fast. Shut down my official distribution channel.”
My blood ran cold. Driscoll wasn’t just physical; he was systemic. He’d anticipated our move, cutting off our public platform before we could even speak. We had the evidence, but no way to broadcast it.
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