Kristy Gabres -part 1- -

"Marco left a file," Voss continued. "Encrypted. He said if anything happened to him, it should go to the journalist who wasn't afraid to burn her life down for a story. That's you, Miss Gabres."

She hung up, walked over, and picked it up. Inside was a single photograph: a blurry shot of a painting hidden inside a shipping container, half-covered by a tarp. And taped to the back of the photo was a handwritten note in shaky script: Kristy Gabres -Part 1-

Kristy's hand tightened on the phone. Not because of the gore—she'd seen worse. But because of the crown. That was a signature. A message. Someone was playing a very old, very cruel game. "Marco left a file," Voss continued