The Golden Suspect
The alarm did not ring. It screamed. A digital shriek that tore through the sleep. I was on the floor before my body finished waking. The glass was there. Thin as breath. It had come from the window. Not a break. A breach. I stood. My hands shook. The coffee cup on the desk was still warm. Steam curled like a ghost. "Who is it?" I whispered. No one answered. I am a systems analyst. I code the...
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