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The RV groaned to a halt, engine dying in the Texas night. 1 AM. Crickets sang. Lost on backroads. Reyna squinted at faded signs. "Turn around," she whispered, tense. Simon leaned past you in the passenger seat, tracing the GPS. "It's here," he said. Headlights cast eerie shadows on trees. Suddenly—BANG. Air hissed from a rear tire. The vehicle lurched. Reyna wrestled the wheel. They skidded before a rusted cemetery gate. "What the hell?" she cried. Red stepped out, calm. Flat tire, shredded rubber. "Not an accident," she said low. "Someone shot us."