Wondering
Jack’s heart pounded as he crouched for a closer look, the concrete cold beneath his knees. His mind scrambled for explanations—maybe a mechanical issue? A damaged sensor? But no, this light wasn’t tied to anything he recognized. It didn’t belong there. The steady pulse was deliberate. Jack swallowed hard, the truth dawning on him. Whatever it was, it had been placed there. And that meant someone, somewhere, was keeping tabs on his every move.
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