Se connecterMaya had finally fallen asleep.I sat on the edge of the bed watching her for a while after her breathing evened out.She looked younger when she slept, the worry that had been sitting in her face all evening gone, her hands loose against the blanket. I reached over and brushed the hair back from her forehead slowly, careful not to wake her."You have to be strong for me," I whispered. "Just a little longer."She did not stir.I sat there for another minute. Then I stood up quietly and walked out, pulling the door almost closed behind me.In the sitting room, Dominic and Adrian were at it again. Not loudly. They never did it loudly. Dominic was standing near the table with his phone face down beside him, his arms crossed, speaking in a low voice. Adrian was opposite him, leaning forward slightly with his elbows on his knees, his eyes sharp. They both looked up when I came in.I stood in the doorway and looked at both of them."I need to understand what is going on," I said.Neither
The patience was gone.I had held it through the lab, through the flat, through the smoke and the darkness and two rounds of arguing with Adrian. I had held it because situations like this one required a clear head and I knew that. But standing in Elena's sitting room with the broken canister still on the floor and Sophia already gone, the patience had run out.I pulled out my phone and stepped away from the others toward the far end of the room. I dialled and it picked up on the second ring."I want everything on Sophia." My voice came out low and flat. "Every move she has made in the last three months. Every contact, every number, every location she has been seen at. I'll need the frinancial records if you can get them. Who she has been meeting and how often." I paused. "I want no mistakes delays."I ended the call and pocketed the phone.When I turned around, Adrian was watching me from across the room. He had his arms crossed and his eyes were steady on mine, the look he wore wh
I had not moved from the window.The street below was quiet. A car parked across the road that had been there since I arrived. A light on in the flat above the pharmacy three buildings down. Nothing moving. Nothing that looked wrong.But that was the problem. Sophia had been in this flat tonight and nothing had looked wrong before that either.I kept my eyes on the street and turned it over in my mind. If there were more people involved, if this went beyond Sophia and whoever had helped her get in and out tonight, then what we were dealing with was not a grudge or a personal vendetta. It was something with structure. Something planned over time by more than one person. And that changed everything about how exposed Elena and Maya actually were."Adrian."I turned from the window. Elena was standing in the middle of the room, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes on me. She looked tired in a way that had nothing to do with the hour. The fear was still sitting in her face, quiet b
The smoke was gone but the smell of it was still in the room.I sat on the edge of Maya's bed with my arm around her, her head resting against my shoulder. She had stopped coughing but her breathing was still uneven, catching slightly every few seconds. I kept my arm firm around her and did not move."Nothing is going to happen to you," I told her. "I promise."Maya did not say anything for a moment. Then she turned her face slightly toward me. "You are shaking, mom l."I looked down at my hands. She was right. My fingers were trembling against her arm, a small, constant movement I had not been able to stop since the smoke cleared and I found myself standing in the middle of my own flat not knowing where Sophia had gone.I pressed my hand flat against Maya's arm and held it there. "Sweetheart, I'm fine."She did not argue with me. She just leaned in a little closer, and I kept my eyes on the doorway.In the sitting room, I could hear Dominic. The slow, measured sound of him moving, b
I stepped fully into the room.The darkness did not slow me down. My eyes adjusted fast and I swept every corner, the space behind the sofa, the wall beside the bookshelf, the hallway entrance to the left. I could feel her in here. That particular kind of stillness that someone leaves in a room when they are trying hard not to be found."Sophia." I moved further in, away from the door. "Stop hiding. You wanted my attention. You have it. So come out and speak to me and stop behaving like a coward."Nothing for a moment. Then the laugh came, from somewhere near the far wall."So confident." Her voice was unhurried. "I have always admired that about you, Dominic."I did not respond to that. I kept moving, slowly, tracking the direction the sound had come from.Adrian shifted to my left, keeping himself in front of Elena and Maya. He glanced at me. "Dominic, don't not play her game."I did not look at him. "I'm not playing her game. I'm ending it.""Dominic." Elena called. Her voice was
I could not see anything.The darkness was complete, the kind that presses against your eyes and makes you uncertain whether they are open or closed.I blinked twice just to be sure. My hand was already out behind me, palm flat, keeping Elena and Maya where they were.My eyes moved across the room, adjusting slowly. The outline of the sofa. The window, faint grey from the street light outside. The doorway to the hall. I tracked each shape and held them in my mind like a map."Stay close to me," I ordered. "Both of you. Do not move."Elena's hand found the back of my arm. "What is happening?"I did not get the chance to answer.Footsteps. Soft and unhurried, somewhere to the left of us. Then silence. Then a laugh, low and easy, coming from the far corner of the room near the bookshelf."I am here."Sophia's voice. Calm as ever, like she had walked into a room she owned.I turned toward the sound. "Show yourself."A beat of silence. Then she stepped out of the shadow, just enough to
The dinner was at the Meridian, which meant the usual crowd.Old money and new money in the same room, pretending they had always been comfortable with each other. Hospital directors and research heads sitting alongside the kind of businessmen who wrote cheques large enough to put their names on b
The ward was busy that morning.It usually was by half past nine, the corridors filling up with the particular organized chaos of a hospital in full swing. Nurses moving between rooms, junior doctors consulting in low voices over clipboards, the steady background noise of monitors and trolleys and
I sat on the edge of my bed and stared at the floor.The cab had dropped me outside the apartment twenty minutes ago and I had come straight upstairs and sat down and I had not moved since. My feet were cold from the pavement and the oversized shirt I was still wearing was not mine and every time
I heard her footsteps the moment she turned and ran.I did not move straight away. I stood where I was, in the centre of the room, and listened to the sound of her moving quickly down the corridor. She had seen everything.I looked down at the man on the floor, then at the gun still in my hand. I







