Red sat at her desk, staring at the scattered pages in front of her.

  Something wasn’t right.

  She had been tracking this case for years, documenting every inconsistency, every question the police refused to answer. But now, as she cross-referenced her notes with the newest murder, a gap stood out—a missing piece in the timeline.

  She flipped through her files again, frustration building. There was a two-month period in the original Wolf murders where the pattern had been disrupted. No bodies had been found, no attacks reported. And yet, just before the Pyg brothers claimed to have killed the Wolf, the murders had resumed in full force.

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  Had she always overlooked that?

  Red scrolled through her blog archives, searching for her original reports—only to find some of her old posts were missing.

  Her stomach dropped.

  She hadn’t deleted them.

  Someone had erased them.

  A chill crept up her spine.

  The Wolf wasn’t just back. Someone had been covering for him.

  She needed the original police files.

  The full reports, not the sanitized versions released to the press.

  Red grabbed her coat, her mind already working through the options. Jacob had access, but he was already wary of her involvement. Asking him directly would be risky.

  But if there was one thing she had learned in her years of investigating, it was that every system had cracks.

  And Red knew exactly where to find them.