로그인They arrived at the estate within the hour. Ryan still holding Cora in his arms. Carrying her inside. Up to the medical room Caleb had set up weeks ago when she first woke from her coma.Alexander was waiting. He had returned from the hospital against doctor's orders. Stood by the door as Ryan brought Cora in. Tears streaming down his face."My baby," Alexander whispered. "My baby girl.""She is alive," Ryan said. "That is what matters."Caleb immediately started working. Checking vitals. Running tests. Examining the extent of her injuries. The bruising on her face. The marks on her arms and neck. The signs of violence written across her body."Multiple contusions," Caleb reported. "Possible cracked ribs. Dehydration. Malnutrition. She has been through hell.""Will she be okay?" Alexander asked."Physically, yes," Caleb replied. "The injuries will heal. But psychologically? I do not know what they did to her. What trauma she experienced."As if responding to his words, Cora stirred. A
Ryan dropped beside Cora. Checked for pulse. Found one. Weak but steady. She was alive."Cora," Ryan said. Touching her face gently. "Can you hear me?"No response. She was unconscious. Her face was badly bruised. One eye swollen shut. Dried blood on her lip. Marks on her arms and neck."Medical team!" Ryan shouted into his radio. "Get down here now!"Footsteps in the tunnel. The tactical team arriving. Medics pushing through with equipment."Move aside sir," one medic said. They surrounded Cora. Checking vitals. Starting an IV."She is alive," the lead medic reported. "Pulse weak. Signs of dehydration. Multiple contusions. We need hospital transport immediately."While medics worked on Cora, the tactical team continued searching the underground space. Finding evidence. Supplies. Signs of recent occupation."Got movement!" a voice shouted from another room. "Two subjects! Hands up!"Sounds of struggle. Then radio confirmation. "Two suspects in custody. Both male. Armed but surrendered
The tactical team assembled within twenty minutes. Ryan insisted on going with them despite Marcus's objections. This was his sister. He was not sitting in a command center while others did the rescue.Four vehicles. Twelve security personnel. All armed. All trained for hostage extraction. They drove fast toward the old Sterling Commercial Property. No sirens. No lights. Trying to maintain element of surprise."Surveillance team reports no visible activity," Marcus said over the radio. "Building appears quiet. But Vanessa's tracker is still inside. She has not left.""How many heat signatures?" Ryan asked."Thermal imaging is inconclusive," Marcus replied. "The building materials are too thick. We are getting some readings but cannot determine exact numbers or locations."They arrived at the property. Parked vehicles out of sight. Approached on foot. Spread out around the perimeter. Looking for entry points. Watching for guards or security measures.Nothing. The building was silent. D
The tracker was installed. A device so small it fit between the folded pages of Liam's letter without creating any visible bulge. Marcus had done the work himself. Careful. Precise. Making sure the envelope looked exactly as it had before.Then the letter was mailed. Sent through normal postal channels to the address Liam had provided. Vanessa's penthouse in the city.Now they waited. Watching the tracker signal on screens in the command center. Watching it move through the postal system. From detention center to processing facility to delivery route."How long until it arrives?" Ryan asked."Should be delivered this afternoon," Marcus replied. "Standard mail takes one to two days but this is going to an address in the city. Should arrive by four PM."The brothers took shifts watching the screen. Waiting for the tracker to reach its destination. Waiting for Vanessa to receive the letter and hopefully lead them somewhere useful.At three forty-five PM, the signal stopped moving. Remain
The brothers stood in the command center trying to process what their father had just proposed. Trading his life for Cora's. Offering himself as a substitute hostage. It was noble and terrifying and completely unworkable."We cannot let him do this," Ryan said once Alexander had left the room. "We cannot let Father trade himself to kidnappers who probably want him dead anyway.""How do we stop him?" Caleb asked. "You heard him. He is determined. He will do whatever it takes to get Cora back.""Then we find her first," Ethan said. "Before Father can make any trades. Before he can offer himself up. We find Cora and we bring her home.""With what leads?" Ryan demanded. "We have nothing. The ransom call was recorded. The number was a burner. The location is unknown. We are chasing ghosts."Marcus was coordinating with his tech team. Drafting the public message Alexander wanted sent. Making it clear that Alexander Sterling would trade his life for his daughter's. That he would give himself
Ryan sat in the command center with Marcus and the technical team. They had been analyzing the ransom call for hours. Running it through every filter and algorithm they had. Looking for anything that might help them find Cora."Play it again," Ryan ordered. "The part where Cora speaks. I need to hear it again."The tech specialist queued up the recording. The distorted male voice asking if Ryan wanted proof. Then silence. Then Cora's voice."Ryan? I am alive. They have not hurt me badly. Just scared me. Kept me in the dark most of the time."Ryan listened intently. Something about it bothered him. Had bothered him since the call. But he could not place what."Again," Ryan said. "Just Cora's part."The specialist played it again. Cora's voice. Weak. Scared. Definitely her voice. But something was off."Wait," Ryan said. "Stop. Go back ten seconds and play it slower."The recording played at half speed. Cora's words stretched out. Distorted by the reduced playback rate.And Ryan heard i







