Chapter 7 - Analyzing The Digital Metadata Of The Cracked Phone
Dominic pulled a sleek tech tablet from his suit jacket, handing it immediately to Vincent without releasing his grip on Charles.
“I ran a quick ping on the phone's internal MAC address while Emily was playing the audio,” Dominic reported efficiently.
“And?” Vincent demanded, standing back up to his full height.
“The signal didn't come from out of state, Vince,” Dominic said, his expression grim. “It bounced off the private repeater tower on the north ridge of our own property.”
Charles’s eyes widened in sheer terror as he heard those words echo across the silent room.
“The north ridge has been sealed off since the old carriage house burned down five years ago,” Vincent recalled dangerously.
“Someone’s been using it as a localized signal relay,” Dominic confirmed, tapping the glass screen of his tablet.
Isabella took three steps backward toward the French doors leading out to the veranda, her wedding dreams disintegrating.
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“Where are you going, Isabella?” Vincent asked without looking back at her.
“I’m leaving, Vincent,” she spat out, dropping her polite facade entirely. “You’re insane, and your entire family is cursed.”
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