Far unknown

Previously

…When I awoke, the apartment was empty. The door was closed. The only evidence of Thorne’s visit was the faint scent of expensive cologne and the gnawing certainty that I had failed. But then, my gaze fell on the edge of the rug. The USB drive was still there, glinting faintly in the pre-dawn light. A single, fragile hope. A clue. The world outside my window was still asleep. But I knew, with a certainty that chilled me to the bone, that the nightmare had already begun. And no one knew. Not yet.