The safehouse loft shuddered as the drone’s hum grew louder, its red light slicing through the rain-streaked window like a predator’s gaze. Lena Hart—Eleanor Whitmore—crouched behind a crate, her heart pounding, the key to locker 47 and her father’s coded letter clutched in her jacket alongside the duffel bag of vault contents: files, recordings, and a USB drive labeled For Ellie. The message on Riley Kane’s phone—You can’t hide, Eleanor. 

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