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No, not static. Rain. The same pounding rain currently drumming against her windshield. The timestamp glowed mockingly: *3:02 ahead of her dashboard clock*. A prank? A glitch? The alternatives were worse. The first one is Take That Back or Take It Again? "Run a trace on my own number," she hissed. "Right now." The line crackled—not with rain this time, but with Marco's sigh. "Elise, you sound like you're—" The call dropped. Her phone screen flickered. For half a second, the voicemail