Danny Casolaro didn’t die suddenly, he was silenced gradually. Shadowed, warned, and circled by people who knew he was getting too close. You don’t tell your friends, “If anything happens to me, it wasn’t an accident,” unless you know someone who is watching. Danny was being tracked, not just fir what he’d found, but for what he might have published next. And when a writer gets too close to a truth that powerful, sometimes the last chapter is written for them.