LOGINSlap!A hard slap landed across the face of the man sitting on the cold floor of an old warehouse.The sound echoed between the moss-streaked brick walls and the stacks of rotting wooden crates, then vanished, swallowed by a silence that smelled of oil and seawater. The only light in the place came from a rusted hanging lamp swaying gently overhead, casting pale yellow shadows across the cracked, damp cement floor."You are so stupid!" Richa shrieked.Her voice had never been that high. For years, the people who worked under her had known her as a woman who spoke softly and neatly, in sentences chosen like knives in a drawer, clean and ready for use. So when she shouted, the two men in black suits standing at the warehouse door lowered their heads at once, as though something sharper than a shout were drawing near.The man kneeling before her merely bowed his head, his face battered. His temple was split, his lip torn, and beneath the collar of his shirt, still damp from lake water, b
"Marta?"Sean answered before the second ring had finished. His voice was calm, but his chest had already turned hard as iron."Doctor..." Marta's voice broke on the other end, her breath ragged, and behind her came the crackle of burning wood. "There's a fire. From the back, from the pier. I smelled the smoke earlier, but only now has the fire spread to the kitchen. Director Voss's officers are putting it out, but...""Where is Valena?""With me. In the bedroom. Doctor, the smoke is coming in...""Get her out right now. Through the front door. Don't wait for anyone." Sean was already running toward the stairs of the monitoring room, Voss and the head of security hurrying behind him. "I'm coming. Fifteen minutes."The call ended. There was no time for anything else.\*\*\*The road to the lakeshore seemed endless.Sean's car shot through turn after turn at a speed he had never used in his life, while Voss, seated in the passenger seat with a radio in his hand, gave short, calm orders
Chapter 56"We have three hours," Sean said quietly, his phone still pressed to his ear. "Thank you, Rafael. Pass along any news."The call ended. He lowered the phone slowly and, for a few seconds, simply stood in the doorway of the glass living room, looking at the girl who still sat on the sofa with a letter against her chest. Valena noticed nothing. Her face was puffy, her eyes half closed, her lips holding a small, serene smile, the kind that appears only on someone who has just received an embrace from the past.Sean could not bring himself to break that calm. But he had made a promise."Valena."Valena opened her eyes. Just from seeing Sean's face, the smile on her lips slowly faded. She sat up straight, folded the letter back into its envelope with careful fingers, and kept it in her lap like something she wanted to protect with her whole body."Something has happened," she said. It was not a question."Rafael just called." Sean knelt before her and took both her hands in his.
Chapter 55Three days later, Mr. Greene kept his promise.He booked a plane ticket to Machrie Terrai Aveneu in secret, under the name of a mountain clinic in the north that he visited every year for his heart examination. No one in his office suspected a thing. When he took his leave of Radic Cousin that morning with a weary face and a feigned cough, the young secretary only nodded politely and switched on his computer with fingers that were slightly too nimble.But Aldens Greene had not survived forty years in the world of law without learning to read people. He knew exactly who would contact whom the moment his back disappeared behind the elevator doors.At the airport, he was not alone. Two men in gray jackets sat on opposite sides of the waiting area, one reading a newspaper whose pages he never turned, the other busy with his phone. Rafael had arranged it. Meanwhile, across the city, a courier in a neat suit, paid by Rafael, delivered a false file to the office of Greene and Asso
Sean told her everything in a low, quiet voice, like someone setting fragile things down on a table one at a time.He told her about the three photos that had just reached his phone. About a café in Aethelgrad Central Station, a girl in a dark coat and sunglasses, a man in a rumpled suit, and a check lying on the table between them. About the name Radic Cousin, Aldens Greene's new secretary, and about Madam Elsie's will, which to this day remained sealed in an old lawyer's private safe.He held nothing back. Even when he reached the bitterest part, that Elara had threatened the man's younger brother in words wrapped in silk, Sean kept his eyes on Valena's and did not look away.Valena listened without interrupting.The ginger tea in her hand had long since gone cold. The gray light before dawn crept through a gap in the curtains and fell across the blanket, lighting her fingers, which were too still, like someone holding her breath in a room about to collapse."So that's how it is," s
"Doctor!"The scream split the silence of the residence like shattering glass.In the kitchen, Sean, who had been pouring hot water into a porcelain teapot, nearly dropped the whole thing. The pot clinked against the table, boiling water splashing onto the back of his hand, yet he felt nothing. He was already running before the echo of that voice had faded, down the corridor that was still dark, shoving the bedroom door open with his shoulder."Valena! What is it?"The girl sat bolt upright in the middle of the bed, the blanket thrown aside, both hands clutching the sheet until it wrinkled. Her body shook violently. Her eyes were wide and wet, staring at something that was not in the room, and her breath came short and ragged, like someone who had just been dragged out from the bottom of the water."Valena."Sean was already kneeling beside the bed. Two fingers moved automatically to the girl's wrist, feeling the pulse racing wildly beneath cold, damp skin. But before he could say ano







