Safe Journey
With the USB drive in hand, Derek followed Wren’s instructions, traveling to a remote location marked on the map. The winding roads and dense forests gave him a sense of isolation. “You’re almost there,” Wren’s voice reassured him through the burner phone. “This place will keep you hidden while I work on the drive.” Derek’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. He couldn’t shake the feeling that someone—or something—was still tracking him.
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