#Chapter 32: No Entry

DEREK Brock didn’t say a word when he walked into my office. He didn’t have to. The envelope in his hand was enough. “Is that it?” I asked. He nodded and laid it gently on the desk between us. A plain white envelope. No return address. No markings. Just my name scrawled across the front in blocky, deliberate handwriting. I’d already read the contents twice, but I opened it again anyway, as if the third time might offer something new. If you want to know what happened to Elena, perhaps you should look at your own pack. That was all it said. But the weight of it—of the possibility behind it—pressed down like a boulder on my chest. “Do you think it’s true?” Brock asked, his voice low. “You think what happened to Mia—Elena—had something to do with Silverclaw?” I stared at the note, the sharp edges of the paper biting into my fingertips. “I don’t know. But I’m damn sure going to find out.” Brock nodded. “I’ve already checked with the front gate. No one saw who dropped it