Adopted Son Talks to "Headless Man" at 3 AM — Morning After, My Face Is Cut From Every Photo in the House
👉 Previous Decision: You chose to set a trap at the abandoned Delaware County sawmill using the original trust documents as bait.
I carefully extracted the small, passive RFID transponder from Jonah’s jacket lining. It was a tiny chip, barely visible. My mind flashed back to the mutilated photos. I still had one, my own face cut out, from the original incident. I took it apart, peeling back the layers of cardboard. There, nestled precisely where my head had been, was an identical micro-transponder, no bigger than a grain of rice. They hadn’t just tracked Jonah, they had monitored *me* through the picture frames, turning our memories into their surveillance tools.
I attached the jacket’s transponder to a commercial delivery drone, launching it high and fast towards the abandoned county sawmill, broadcasting a strong, deliberate signal. A perfect feint.
Within minutes, my perimeter sensors registered an increase in activity. Three pursuit vehicles, lights off, deployed from the main highway, accelerating towards the sawmill complex. Driscoll’s team had taken the bait, believing Jonah was being transported there.
That was our window. Maya and I moved swiftly, driving to the back of the Delaware County Sheriff’s office. The building was quiet, the night shift minimal. Using the stolen access codes I’d acquired from a contact, we bypassed the alarm system.
We located Sheriff Halloway’s unattended office. His desk was neat, but behind a false-bottom drawer in his file cabinet, we found it: a small, concealed vault. Inside were physical land transfer logs, sealed with the county’s official stamp. More pieces of the puzzle, exposed.
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