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“Who delivered this?” I asked.

“Came in the mail,” Lila said quietly. “Dad found it this morning.”

Her voice cracked on the last word, and I forced myself to keep my tone steady.

She was calm. That was good.

“Was it postmarked?”

She shook her head. “No. Just a blank envelope.”

That narrowed it down. Someone local. Or someone smart enough to avoid leaving a trail.

I looked at the photos again, each one a violation.

Each one was a reminder that someone was watching her.

All of us.

The anger simmered just below the surface, clawing to get out. But I shoved it down.

This wasn’t about me. This was about her.

I needed to keep my head on straight.

I pulled out my phone and dialed the best police officer Medford had.

“Davis,” I said when he answered. “I need a favor.”

“Sure thing, Marsh,” Davis said. “What’s up?”

“Something’s going on. Blackmail notes. Photos. I’m bringing them over.”

“Give me twenty minutes,” he said. “I’ll meet you at the station.”

“Bring Hall.”

“Done.”

I hung up and turned to Lila. “I’m taking these to the police. They’ll start digging.”

She nodded, her eyes wide and glassy. “Okay. But won’t they start?—”

“They won’t talk. They don’t do gossip.”

Colt frowned. “You think it’s someone here in town?”

“Maybe.” I grabbed the envelope and slid the photos and notes back inside. “Or someone with a reason to come after her.”

Jaxon’s brow furrowed. “Like her ex.”

The air in the room shifted. Things were getting heavy.

Lila flinched, her hands curling into the blanket. “You think… you think Rick could be behind this?”

“It’s a possibility,” I said. “He conned you before. He knows your weak spots.”

Her face crumpled, and Colt pulled her closer.

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