A Dangerous Encounter

As Jack reached his car, the hairs on his neck prickled. A shadow detached itself from the alley. A tall figure stepped closer, voice low and threatening: “You shouldn’t be asking questions.” Before Jack could respond, the man melted back into the darkness. Jack’s pulse pounded as he slid into the driver’s seat, his hands shaking on the wheel. The message was clear—stop digging. But for Jack, turning back was no longer an option.
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