Only four people had the number.
Liam.
Detective Ruiz.
My attorney.
And the forensic firm I had hired six months earlier.
The screen showed UNKNOWN CALLER.
Ruiz looked at me.
“Don’t answer.”
The ringing stopped.
A second later, a voicemail notification appeared.
No one moved.
Then Liam stood.
“Speaker.”
Ruiz nodded.
I pressed the message.
For three seconds, there was only static.
Then a man’s voice spoke.
“Mrs. Carter-Reeves, if you are hearing this, the portal has been compromised.”
I stopped breathing.
The voice was unfamiliar.
Calm.
Older.
“There is no secure channel left. Do not contact Whitmore Forensics. Do not access your personal cloud. Do not trust any document dated after March seventeenth.”
Ruiz immediately began recording the message on her tablet.
The voice continued.
“The amendment is not what you think it is.”
My gaze snapped toward Liam.
His expression changed.
The voicemail ended with one final sentence.
