Using her as bait
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The officers quickly outlined their plan. They fitted Lilly’s car with a tracker and microphone, instructing her to drive a specific route past surveillance points.
“You’re the bait,” one officer said gently. Lilly’s chest tightened, but she nodded. There was no hesitation—only determination. Milo pressed against her chest, sensing the risk ahead.
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