LOGIN{Third person's pov}The rain had finally stopped.A pale morning sun filtered through the windows of the Ramos Mansion, but inside the investigation room, the atmosphere remained heavy.The evidence board had grown larger over the past few weeks.Red strings connected one clue to another and Ethan stood in front of it in complete silence.Arthur entered carrying another file. "You should get some sleep."Ethan didn't move. "I will.""You've been saying that for three days." Arthur said. "I'm close." Ethan replied and Arthur sighed. "You also keep saying that."For a moment, neither man spoke.Then Arthur placed the file on the table.b"The forensic team finished recovering the deleted files from the memory card."That caught Ethan's attention. "They recovered something?"Arthur nodded. "Not much but enough."He opened the folder and Inside were several heavily damaged photographs.Most were corrupted beyond recognition and one image, however, had survived almost completely.It showed
{Third person's pov}A gray sky hung over London as Ethan's car rolled to a stop across the street from Riverside Business Centre.It was an ordinary office complex.People hurried in and out carrying briefcases and coffee cups.Nothing about it suggested that it could be connected to the person who had been hunting him.Arthur stood beside him, studying the building through a pair of binoculars."Eighteen offices have access to the underground parking," he said quietly. "Hundreds of employees."Ethan's eyes never left the entrance. "If Evan is here...he won't look like Evan."Arthur nodded. "He'll have prepared for that."The two men entered the lobby separately to avoid drawing attention, the receptionist greeted them with a polite smile. "Good morning. Can I help you?"Arthur produced his identification. "We're following up on an ongoing investigation. We'd like to review visitor records from the past six months."The receptionist hesitated only briefly before nodding."Of course."
{Third person's pov}Rain poured relentlessly over London.Inside the Ramos Mansion, the investigation room had become the center of everyone's attention, maps covered the walls.Photographs were pinned together with colored markers.Every document recovered from Warehouse District Nine had been carefully organized across the conference table.Ethan stood in complete silence, studying every page for what felt like the hundredth time. "There has to be something."Arthur looked up from the laptop. "We've already gone through everything twice.""Then we'll go through it a third time."Arthur knew better than to argue.For the next two hours, the room remained silent except for the sound of turning pages.Natasha quietly entered carrying a tray with coffee and breakfast and neither man noticed.She smiled sadly. "You've both forgotten breakfast again."Arthur looked guilty. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Ramos."She placed a cup beside him. "You don't apologize to me."She looked at Ethan. "You apologiz
{Third person's pov}The convoy came to a stop outside Warehouse District Nine just after sunrise.A thick layer of fog drifted between the abandoned buildings, swallowing the rusted shipping containers and broken streetlights.The entire district looked forgotten, silent and lifeless.Arthur stepped out first, scanning the surroundings before turning toward Ethan. "Our surveillance team checked the perimeter twice, no movement, no vehicles and no heat signatures in the last twenty minutes."Ethan looked at the enormous warehouse standing at the end of the street, Its cracked windows reflected the pale morning light.Someone had been there, he could feel it. "Stay alert," he said quietly.The team spread out, moving cautiously toward the building.Arthur nodded to two officers, who approached the entrance and forced the heavy metal doors open.A loud groan echoed through the warehouse and dust floated through the air.Inside... Nothing.Rows of empty shelves, broken machinery and disc
{Third person's pov}The next morning... For the first time in weeks... Ethan Ramos woke before the alarm without the weight of nightmares crushing his chest.Instead... He woke to the gentle rise and fall of Natasha's breathing against him, his arm rested protectively around her waist.A small smile found its way onto his lips, his family.He carefully placed his hand over her stomach.It was still too early, too early for any visible change.Yet knowing that a tiny life was growing beneath his palm made his heart swell with emotions he had never known existed."I'm going to protect you." He whispered so quietly that only the silence heard him. "Both of you."Natasha stirred slightly, smiling in her sleep and Ethan leaned down and kissed her forehead before carefully slipping out of bed.He didn't want to wake her, she needed rest now more than ever.An hour later... The atmosphere inside the study had changed.The investigation board still covered an entire wall, the photographs...
{Third person's pov}The therapist's office was quiet.Soft sunlight filtered through the large windows, illuminating the bookshelves lining the walls.Ethan sat in the familiar chair across from Dr. Eleanor Hayes.This was his fourth session and unlike the first time... He no longer looked like a man who wanted to escape.He looked like a man who was exhausted and Dr. Hayes smiled gently. "How has this week been?"Ethan leaned back. "Busy.""I imagine." A brief silence followed. "You've been working on trusting other people." She observed."How is that going?" A quiet laugh escaped him. "Poorly."She smiled knowingly. "I expected that answer."Ethan looked toward the window. "I found another mole, he was murdered before we could question him."Dr. Hayes didn't interrupt, she simply listened. "I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever catch the person behind this.""And if you don't?" He looked at her. "I have to.""Why?" His answer came immediately. "Because if I don't... They'll come afte
{Third person's pov}The party was everything Natasha expected. And everything she hated.Crystal chandeliers. Low golden lighting. Conversations that weren’t really conversations, just carefully crafted words exchanged between people who measured value in power, not sincerity.Evan fit into it eff
{Third person's pov}Natasha stirred slowly, the sheets cool against her naked skin, the faint scent of his cologne still lingering like it belonged there more than she did.She didn’t open her eyes immediately. For a second, she let herself stay in that space, half-asleep, weightless, untouched by
{Third person's pov}The door shut harder than she intended. Not a slam, but enough.Natasha stood there for a second, chest rising, fingers still curled around the handle. The apartment was quiet, dimly lit, the city glowing through the glass walls. Everything about this place felt expensive, Just
{Third person's pov}If Evan had come home angry, slammed doors, shouted, Natasha would have known exactly what it was.Instead, he smiled. He brought her coffee the next morning. He kissed her forehead before leaving.He asked how she slept. And somehow, that felt worse.But wasn't it his habit? H







