Morning arrived too quickly. Four hours of restless sleep. Hendra's message replaying in Rama's mind despite attempts to ignore it.
I know who you are, Bayangan. Or should I say, Rama Kusuma.
The certainty in those words was absolute. No speculation. No questioning. Just flat declaration of knowledge.
Sekar was already awake when Rama emerged from the bedroom. She'd been up for hours according to the empty coffee cups and open laptop displaying investigation analysis.
"Yanto traced the message," she said without preamble. "Came from Hendra's personal phone. Sent at 2:14 AM. He wanted you to know he knows. Wanted you to spend the day worrying about exposure."
"Psychological warfare before the fight."
"Effective psychological warfare. You barely slept. He's in your head already."
Rama poured coffee. "How did he figure it out? Yanto's false identity should've held."
