Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 371

Please Come Back, My Love

Chapter 371-

“Already on it.”

Hanging up, I immediately dialed my IT specialist, a former NSA contractor who I kept on retainer for exactly this kind of situation.

“I’m sending you a phone. I need everything on it–texts, emails, browsing history, every app, every file. Priority is a video that was received in the last

hour.

‘How fast do you need it?”

“Yesterday.”

I’ll have my team standing by.”

The drive to the Greenwich safe house took fifteen minutes at speeds that would have gotten me arrested if I’d been anyone else. But I had lawyers for that,

fixers who could make traffic violations disappear. What I didn’t have was a way to undo whatever had been done to Rosa Cruz.

When I arrived at the house, Miguel was already gone–in the ambulance with his wife. My guards had secured the scene, and Bob met me at the door with

Rosa’s phone sealed in an evidence bag.

“Ethan’s people are on their way,” I said, taking the bag. “What else?”

“The father was hysterical. Kept saying ‘they killed her, they killed my daughter. We couldn’t get a coherent explanation.”

My blood ran cold. “Sophia’s fine. She’s at the Westchester estate.”

“I know, sir. But he seemed convinced- Bob pulled out his own phone, showing me a screenshot. “We managed to capture this before the phone locked. It

was on the screen when Rosa dropped it.”

The image was grainy, clearly taken from a distance. But the figure in the frame was unmistakable–a woman with Sophia’s build, Sophia’s hair, stumbling

backward as a dark vehicle sped away.

Below the image, a news chyron: WOMAN KILLED IN QUEENS HIT–AND–RUN.

‘Jesus Christ. I stared at the screen, my mind reeling. “This is fake.”

‘Sir?”

“It has to be fake. Sophia is at the Westchester estate, under twenty–four–hour surveillance. There’s no way- But even as I said it, doubt crept in. When was

the last time I’d actually seen her? Spoken to her directly instead of through text messages?

This morning. She’d responded to my message.

1 pulled up our text thread, checking the timestamp. 9:47 AM. Six hours ago,

“Get me visual confirmation that Sophia is at the Westchester estate. Now.”

Bob was already dialing. I listened to him speak in clipped tones to the security team, then watched his expression remain neutral.

11:04 am TN

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Sir, they re confirming she’s currently in the east garden. Has been there for the past hour, reading.”

‘Bob, I want satellite tracking on her phone. She has the one I gave her, it has GPS enabled-

*Already running it, sir. Signal is showing she’s still on the property, near the east garden.”

I let out a breath, “fine.”

But even as relief flooded through me, another emotion took its place. Rage. Because if Sophia was safe, if this video was fabricated, then someone had

deliberately sent it to her parents. Someone had known exactly how to trigger Rosa Cruz’s medical emergency.

Someone who wanted Sophia to suffer.

I pulled up my recent calls and dialed a number I’d hoped never to use again.

“Victor Ashford.”

“I need you to trace the origin of a video file sent to a specific phone number within the last two hours. And I need you to do it quietly.”

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