Chapter 89: Echoes Through the WireMarcus's apartment was dark when we stepped inside, save for the glow of the computer monitors lining one corner of the living room. He locked the door behind us, then double-checked the windows, paranoid but not wrong to be."They moved fast," he muttered. "Too f
Chapter 88: Ghosts in the LabThe wind howled around the rooftop, stirring my coat as I stood on the edge of Henderson Tower. From up here, the city looked like it had secrets of its own—lights blinking like code, streets sprawling like veins of a living thing. But the truth I was hunting wasn’t out
Chapter 87: Shattered AlliancesThe tension in the room was palpable, as if the air itself had thickened into something suffocating. I sat rigidly on the leather sofa in my father’s office, waiting for Marcus to arrive. The safe deposit box files were spread before me—documents, emails, internal mem
Chapter 86: Lines in the SandThe morning after the interview airs, the atmosphere in my parents' home is heavy with tension. I wake before the sun, nerves already gnawing at me. The glow of my phone screen is the only light in the room. Dozens of missed calls, texts, and social media notifications
Chapter 85: The Verdict EchoesThe courthouse was quieter than the day before. The protestors had thinned, replaced by a muted press corps and federal agents posted at each entrance. But the tension? It pulsed stronger than ever.We were moments from the verdict.I stood beside Marcus outside the co
Chapter 84: Voice of the DamnedThe courtroom is freezing.Maybe it’s the air conditioning, or maybe it’s the way time freezes when your entire life is on display—cataloged, dissected, and held up for the world to judge.I sit at the witness table, palms flat on the wood, and try to keep my hands fr