LOGINLucy“The phone was turned on five minutes ago.” I stared at Liam. For several seconds, I couldn’t process his words. My father’s phone was in my mother’s car and turned on, five minutes ago. That couldn’t be possible. “You’re sure?” I asked. Liam nodded. “We tracked the signal.” “Could someone have found it?” “Possibly.” “Then why would they turn it on?” Liam didn’t answer. Albert did. “Because they want us to find it.” My stomach tightened. Another trap.Everything seemed to be a trap. I looked at Albert. “Then why are we standing here?” “We aren’t.” He reached for his jacket. “We’re going.” I blinked. “You just said it was a trap.” “It is.” “Then why go?” His gaze settled on me. “Because your father’s phone might contain something we need.” “And if someone is waiting for us?”Albert’s expression hardened. “Then they’ll have to deal with me.” There was something in his voice that made me believe him. Not arrogance. Not confidence. Something colder. Determination. I hated how reass
Lucy“THE DEBT ISN’T PAID.”I stared at the words until they blurred. My father’s face filled the photograph. He was alive.That should have been the only thing that mattered, but the message behind him made my stomach twist. The debt isn’t paid. What debt?And why was the message meant for Albert? I slowly turned toward him. He hadn’t moved. His eyes remained fixed on the photograph.For the first time since I’d met him, Albert Craig looked completely shaken. Not angry. Not annoyed. Afraid. That frightened me more than the photograph itself.“What debt?” I whispered. He didn’t answer. “Albert.” His jaw tightened. “Where did you get this?”I held up the photograph. “It was sent to me.” “Who gave it to you?” “I don’t know.” He stepped closer and took the photograph from my hand. His eyes scanned every detail. The chair. The wall. My father’s clothes. The lighting. Everything.“What is it?” I demanded. Albert finally looked at me. “It’s a warning.” “To you?” His silence answered. I swal
Lucy“The witness also said your father looked terrified.” The words hung in the air. Heavy, impossible, and terrifying.I stared at Liam, waiting for him to say something else. To correct himself, to explain, and to tell me there had been a misunderstanding.Instead, he remained silent. And somehow that was worse. Much worse. Because silence meant he believed it. My father had willingly gotten into a vehicle. Not because he wanted to. Because he was afraid.A thousand possibilities raced through my head. None of them good. “What kind of vehicle?” I asked. My voice sounded strange, thin and fragile.Liam glanced down at the report in his hand.!“A black sedan.” My stomach dropped. Black. Of course it was black.Every mysterious person in this nightmare seemed obsessed with black vehicles. “Did the witness see who was driving?” Liam shook his head. “No.”The hope I’d been clinging to weakened further. Another dead end. Another missing piece. Another unanswered question. I was beginning
Lucy“They found blood.” The words hit me like a physical blow.For a moment, the room disappeared. The conference table. The city lights. The people around me. Everything faded into the background. All I could hear was my heartbeat. Fast, loud, and terrified. My father’s blood. No. No. No.My knees nearly gave out. A strong hand closed around my arm before I could stumble. Albert. Steadying me and grounding me.Normally, I would have pulled away. Tonight, I couldn’t. Because the panic was too overwhelming and too consuming. “Lucy.” His voice sounded distant. Muted. Like he was speaking underwater.I forced myself to focus. To breathe. To stay present. “How much blood?” The question scraped painfully from my throat.Liam hesitated. Not a good sign. Not a good sign at all. “We don’t know if it belongs to him.” Hope flared briefly. Tiny, fragile and dangerous. “What?”“The samples are being tested.” My heart latched onto those words immediately. Being tested. Meaning they weren’t sure. M
Lucy"Tell Albert Craig, and your father dies."The words echoed through my mind long after the call ended. I stared at the dark screen of my phone. Unable to move. Unable to think. Unable to breathe.The room around me blurred. My father. They had my father. Or at least they wanted me to believe they did. Either way, the result was the same. Fear. Pure, overwhelming fear."Lucy." Albert's voice sounded distant. As if he were standing miles away instead of a few feet from me. I looked up slowly. His eyes locked onto mine. Sharp, focused and concerned. "What did they say?"The question hit me like a punch. Because now I had a choice. The caller had been very clear. Tell Albert. Dad dies. Lie to Albert. Maybe Dad lives.My stomach twisted. I hated this. Hated every second of it. The silence stretched. Too long. Long enough for Albert's expression to darken. "Lucy."My throat tightened. "I..." The lie stuck in my chest. Refusing to come out. Because despite everything— I trusted him. May
Lucy"Because someone just broke into your father's financial records."The world seemed to stop. For one terrifying second, I couldn't hear anything except the sound of my own heartbeat. The photograph slipped from my numb fingers and landed on the floor. My father's smiling face stared back at me from the image. Unaware. Unprotected. Targeted."Lucy?" Albert's voice came through the phone. Sharp. Concerned. I swallowed hard. "What do you mean they broke into his records?"My voice sounded distant. Like it belonged to someone else. "We detected unauthorized access less than ten minutes ago."My stomach twisted. Detected. Unauthorized access. These weren't words ordinary people used in ordinary situations.This wasn't normal. Nothing about the last few days had been normal. I leaned against my desk. Trying to steady myself. "How would you even know that?"A brief silence followed. Then Albert answered. "Because I had people monitoring activity connected to the old investigation." Ther
Lucy"Ms. George. I've been expecting you."The voice was deep, calm, and controlled. The kind of voice that commanded attention without ever needing to raise itself. My entire body went rigid. Slowly, I turned around. And for the first time in my life, I came face-to-face with Albert Craig.For a
LucyI didn't sleep. Not even for a minute. The text message haunted me for the rest of the night."Ms. George, your father's situation is far worse than you realize."I must have read those words at least fifty times before dawn. Every time I looked at them, a fresh wave of anxiety rolled through
Lucy"I work for Mr. Albert Craig."For a second, I was convinced l'd heard him wrong. The name echoed in my head. Albert Craig.The billionaire CEO whose company dominated headlines.The man whose name had appeared on the guest list Chloe had sent me only hours earlier. The same man I had never me
LucyThirty days. I stared at the paper in my hands, certain I had read it wrong. Then I read it again and again.The words didn't change. The numbers didn't disappear. The deadline remained exactly where it was. Thirty days, that's a month. Four weeks before the house I'd grown up in belonged to s







