Code Red
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Every scandal has a source. Every secret has a signature.
For months, anonymous leaks have been toppling the untouchable-exposing elite criminals, corrupt CEOs, and secrets meant to stay buried.
The victims?
All die mysteriously within weeks.
The system?
Still silent.
Now, detective Purav finds himself chasing shadows through firewalls and lies, only to discover that the biggest mystery... is not who's leaking the truth , but why it feels like justice.
CODE RED is a story of secrets coded in blood, justice that doesn't follow protocol, and two strangers whose paths should never have crossed.
Red is the color of secrets.
And some secrets are fatal.
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