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Her heart began to tap a morse code of fear. She scrolled down.

She looked back at the list. At the bottom, below the last entry for her street, a final line had appeared. It hadn't been there a minute ago. Code postal night folder 252.rar

The addresses were all within a two-kilometer radius of her apartment. The times were last night. She recognized the third one: 4 Place du Général was the shuttered bistro where she bought her morning coffee. The cat on the sill was real—a mangy ginger tom named Bébert. Her heart began to tap a morse code of fear

She turned off her monitor. The room went black. At the bottom, below the last entry for

But the list was still there, saved on her desktop. She didn’t need to see it to remember the password. 03450 . Her postal code. Her street. Her night.