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Chapter 8 - THE TRAPThey tracked us to the mountains. Not by GPS, but by a signal embedded in Ivy’s own phone. I pulled the battery, but it was too late. I saw the headlights cutting through the snow-dusted trees. They thought they were closing in on two helpless office workers. They didn't know they were walking into a man who knew every logistical detail of their supply chain—and exactly where it was weakest.

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