Elena’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel. “Who is this?”
“Someone offering you the last polite warning you’re likely to get.”
The road curved through black pines. In the mirror, the abbey fire turned the horizon into a false dawn.
She said, “A monk may have just been killed.”
The voice did not pause. “Then take the lesson seriously. Stop …
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