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A beat.

Her legs carried her, numb. The studio was a cold white box. The floor manager fitted her with an earpiece that hissed with the sound of the world waiting. The countdown began. Ten, nine, eight… thea bbc surprise

For now, the red light stayed on. And Thea Marsh, for the first time in twelve years, began to listen. A beat

Three messages. All from an unknown number. The first: Thea, don’t move. Stay exactly where you are. The second: We’re coming to you. Live. In five. The third: It’s about your father. The floor manager fitted her with an earpiece

“You are today.” He was already walking, expecting her to follow. “The desk just got a tip. Someone claiming to have evidence of a British journalist still alive in the region. They won’t talk to anyone but ‘the correspondent’s daughter.’ They’re patching through a video feed. You’ll ask the questions. You’ll be live on the Six .”

Then she saw the red light blinking on her phone.

“Perfect,” she muttered, dabbing at it with a napkin. “Absolutely perfect.”