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Someone messing with me.” “Look across the street.” He does. Old hotel roof. Rain pouring off the edge. A figure stands there. Long coat. Hood up. Can’t see the face. But the way she stands — hip out, arms loose — it’s Sable. Exactly how she used to wait for him after jobs. The figure lifts one han…

Someone messing with me.” “Look across the street.” He does. Old hotel roof. Rain pouring off the edge. A figure stands there. Long coat. Hood up. Can’t see the face. But the way she stands — hip out, arms loose — it’s Sable. Exactly how she used to wait for him after jobs. The figure lifts one hand. Waves slow. Like goodbye. Streetlights buzz. Everything blacks out for two seconds. Pitch dark.Lights snap back. Figure gone. Jax’s phone screen lights up by itself. No app. Just video starts.