Her heartbeat vanished, and with it, the illusion that anyone is ever truly safe. One moment, an 84‑year‑old mother is settling into bed; the next, her pacemaker goes dark, her blood stains the floor, and her room is left like a paused scream. No ransom note. No security footage. Just a surgically precise disappearance that looks less like a crime of opportunity and more like a vend… Continues…