She nodded and called Detective Ramírez to report our location. He told us to stay in the car until officers arrived.
The silence around us felt heavier as we waited. Even the sound of insects outside seemed too loud.
Then a black SUV entered the lot and stopped nearby. My body went cold because I recognized it as the same type of vehicle linked to earlier sightings.
A man stepped out and walked toward our row with calm confidence. He was not Rook, but he moved like someone who belonged there.
Jessa whispered, “Lock the doors now.”
We did, but the man kept approaching. He stopped near another unit and pretended to check his phone while clearly watching us.
My phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. The message said, “You are early.”
My breathing stopped for a moment as I showed it to Jessa. She told me not to respond and to wait for backup.
The man then pointed toward Unit forty nine and held up two fingers, like he was counting down something we did not understand.
Jessa called the front desk at my building because something about his presence felt connected. The receptionist confirmed that someone claiming to be me had already arrived there.
Jessa asked, “Did you verify her identity with any personal question?”
After a pause, the receptionist admitted that the impersonator knew enough details to sound real but failed a basic personal check.
Jessa said firmly, “Do not allow her into any private area.”
The man outside the car slowly moved closer to Unit forty nine. His expression stayed calm, but his actions became more direct.
Then police vehicles arrived with sirens turning off as they entered the lot. Officers stepped out quickly and ordered him to move away from the lock.
He hesitated for a moment, then dropped what looked like cutting tools and raised his hands.
Ramírez arrived shortly after and confirmed the situation was under control. As officers detained the man, he looked back at me and mouthed, “Too late.”
At the same time, my phone buzzed again with another message telling me to check my apartment immediately.
We rushed back toward the city while police secured the storage unit. My thoughts were racing because I did not know what had already happened at home.
When I arrived at Orion Arc headquarters the next morning, I felt exhausted and alert at the same time. The building looked calm and professional, but I no longer trusted appearances.