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Mateo’s hand moved to his gun. “What are you saying?”

“Your daughter’s school bus driver, Mr. Peña. He has a camera inside the emergency exit handle. Remove it before Friday.” – Mateo did not ask how the sender knew about his daughter. He just acted.

It was a woman. Seventy years old. Gray hair pulled back. She held a tablet showing the inbox. 365 correo policia

Mateo’s father had hanged himself 22 years ago. The case was closed. Accident. Depression. But now, the ghost was offering a key.

The body was one sentence: “The 365th email will be the last. Meet me at the old north station. Midnight. Come alone. The truth about your father’s suicide is waiting.” Mateo’s hand moved to his gun

At midnight, a figure emerged from the shadows. Not a hacker. Not a criminal mastermind.

“Hello, Mateo,” she said. Her voice was the same tone as the emails: calm, final. “Do you know who I am?” He has a camera inside the emergency exit handle

She handed him a folder. Inside: photos, coordinates, and a single bullet. Not a cartridge. A single, unfired 9mm round – the same caliber his father’s service weapon never fired.