Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 369

Chapter 369

Claire’s POV

The video editing suite Damien had recommended was tucked away in a nondescript building in Long Island City–the kind of place that asked no questions

as long as the payment cleared. I

sat in the dimly lit room, watching the technician work his magic on the footage we’d staged three days ago.

On the screen, a woman who could pass for Sophia Cruz at a distance stumbled backward on a rain–slicked street, her body crumpling as a dark sedan sped

away.

The actress had been expensive–someone desperate enough to take cash and sign an NDA without reading it too carefully–but the resemblance was close

enough for our purposes.

“Can you make it grainier?” I asked, leaning forward. “Like it was captured on someone’s phone from across the street.*

The technician nodded, his fingers flying across the keyboard. “Sure thing. Add some shake, lower the resolution, maybe some audio distortion…”

“Perfect.” I watched as he degraded the quality just enough to obscure the actress’s face while maintaining the general impression of a hit–and–run. “And the

timestamp?”

“Set for last Tuesday, 11:47 PM. Queens Boulevard, like you specified.”

I pulled out my phone, scrolling through the file Damien had sent me earlier–security protocols for the property where Sophia’s parents were being held.

The guards rotated every twelve hours. Mail and deliveries were screened but not opened in front of the recipients.

Lucas had been meticulous about their isolation, but he’d made one crucial mistake: he’d allowed them to maintain their old cell phones, probably to create

the illusion they weren’t prisoners.

Those phones were our entry point.

“How soon can you have the final version ready?” I asked.

‘Give me another hour to render it, add the news report overlay.”

“News report?”

He pulled up a second screen, showing a mocked–up local news segment. The chyron read: [WOMAN KILLED IN QUEENS HIT–AND–RUN, POLICE SEEKING

WITNESSES.]

Below it, a ticker scrolled past with generic crime statistics.

“We’ll make it look like a screenshot from NY1,” he explained. “Add a reporter’s voice over, some b–roll footage of the actual location. Anyone who sees it

will assume it’s real.

I felt a smile curve my lips. “You’re worth every penny, Marcus.”

Taim to please.” He didn’t look up from his work, already absorbed in the technical details. You want this sent to a specific number?

11:04 am

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Lpulted out the burner phone I’d purchased specifically for this operation and read off the number Damien had obtained–the cell phone registered to

Sophia’s mother, Rosa Cruz.

“Just that one?‘ Marcus asked.

“For now.” I stood, smoothing down my skirt. Send it as an MMS from a blocked number. Make it look like it came from someone who knew the victim and

wanted the family to know.”

“Got it. Anything else?”

I paused at the door, considering. The video was phase one–designed to trigger exactly the kind of medical emergency that would seem tragically inevitable

given Rosa Cruz’s preexisting condition.

But I needed insurance, something that would ensure the situation spiraled beyond Lucas’s ability to control it.

“After you send the video, wait thirty minutes, then send a follow–up text. Something like: I’m so sorry for your loss. Sophia was with me when it happened.

She didn’t suffer.“” I watched Marcus type the message into his notes. “Make it personal. Grief–stricken. Like it’s coming from a friend.

“You want to really sell it.”

“I want them to believe their daughter is dead.” I met his eyes, my voice steady. “Can you do that?”

He held my gaze for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah. I can do that.”

“Good. Send me confirmation once it’s done.‘ I pulled out an envelope thick with cash and set it on the console beside him. “The rest of your payment, as

agreed. And Marcus? This conversation never happened.”

“What conversation?” He was already counting the bills, his expression neutral.

I left the building and slipped into the back of the town car I’d hired for the/day–paid for in cash, no connection to my credit cards or Lucas’s company

accounts.

As the car merged into traffic, I checked my watch. 2:47 PM. The video would be sent within the hour. If my research into Rosa Cruz’s medical history was

accurate, the shock of seeing her daughter “killed” on camera would trigger a severe asthma attack. The kind that could lead to respiratory failure if not,

treated immediately.

And even if it was treated, even if the paramedics arrived in time–the damage would be done. Brain damage from oxygen deprivation. Permanent disability.

A mother who would never fully recover, who would require constant care for the rest of her life.

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All because she’d seen a video of her daughter’s death.

A video that was completely fabricated.

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