LOGINSELENE'S POVI reached the entrance of the building and the door opened before I knocked.Sonia Adler was shorter than her voice carried. She looked like a woma in her forties. Her natural hair was pulled back tight with a face that stayed. She stepped back and let me in without a word and I did.The hallway was narrow with a single bulb overhead. She walked ahead of me into the front room and I followed, scanning as I moved. Two doors off the hallway, stairs ahead, no visible third person on this floor. The front room was barely functional with a sofa, a coffee table, and a lamp in the corner producing the warm light I had seen shifting behind the curtain from the street. On the coffee table was a folder, a cup of tea that had probably gone cold, and what looked like a child's scribble face down beside the cup.I looked at the drawing.She saw me look at it and she turned it over.Her action caught my attention but I left my expression bare.“You know why I’m here,” I broke the s
SELENE'S POVThe buildings on Arthon district were old and maintained just enough to avoid notice. The streets were gravely quiet in a way that had nothing to do with peace.I had been driving for about thirty-five minutes when Floyd's address brought me onto a narrow road called Pentlow Close. I cut the headlights two streets away and rolled the rest of the route slowly with the car windows down.The property was midway along Pentlow Close, a terraced house. I stopped the car and turned off the engine.I looked at the car by the roadside. It was a mid-range dark saloon. I noticed two figures in the car, moving. They were watching the property too. I pulled out my phone and secretly took a picture of the parked car through my windscreen and sent it to Floyd immediately with a single message: [Look up the plates.]Then I waited still in the car.Floyd’s reply came back in less than four minutes. [The plates are clean, registered to a private car hire company, Marklin Executive Serv
SELENE’S POVI gasped. I thought about the four years I had spent trying to reach the evidence that should have been publicly available from the original report. The closed channels. The blocked routes. The pattern of doors that kept sealing before they could be used. It had felt like systematic suppression but it had actually been a more sophisticated living investigation maintained at bureaucratic stasis, looking alive while producing nothing."When did you understand what was happening?" I asked."About six months in," he said. "I started making enquiries through channels I trusted. Three of those enquiries came back to me within a week but without answers. Instead, with warnings." He looked up at me directly. "One of them was explicit. A former colleague I had known for eleven years called me and told me to stop asking questions about the Westbridge case. He said the people managing it had reach I couldn’t understand and patience I shouldn't test.""And you resigned?”"I filed a
SELENE’S POVMartin Reeves has been hiding in a neighboring city, Victory Lake, just forty minutes ride away from the the eastern highway where I reside.He told me this himself when I called him back from the car, two minutes after Floyd confirmed the property was empty. I asked him why he divulged his location to me. “I had already decided to trust you before I made the first call.” That was his response to me.The call itself had been the test and my response had been the answer he needed.***The morning barely break when I reached for my phone on the bed side table, hoping there would be some sort of news from Floyd already. But, there was none when I checked. I sighed and dropped the phone back on the table.I knew Floyd and his team were already running a trace on every logistics firm connected to the secondary payment entity, cross-checking residential properties that may lead to a potential break. It was a painstaking work that required time I did not have, and Floyd knew
SELENE'S POVMy whole body went numb. What are my ears hearing? The same Martin Reeves? The former investigative officer who I heard filed the suppressed report before it suddenly got closed. I shifted uneasily in my seat."Mr. Reeves," I called confirmatively."I know you've been looking for me," he continued. “You-“"Where are you?" I asked impatiently."Somewhere safe for now." He responded. "I'm calling you tonight because I have an important information you may be interested in."I sat forward in the booth. "Tell me.""I had a tap on Fitch's communication since Victor Hale died and tonight,” he continued, “and tonight, I intercepted Leonard Arden’s contacting him with a clear instruction."The bar continued its amber quietness around me as the pianist played. The couple two booths away were laughing softly at something the wife said. I waited for Reeves to continue."Move the boy tonight." He paused for a beat. “That was the order.”I was already standing up with my bag before R
SELENE'S POVThe car stopped in front of Silla Exquisito. A luxury bar frequented by the high and mighty in the city and even the entire country at large.I had been here twice, both times with some foreign investors who demanded for more exclusivity.It’s a sort of bar that if you didn't already know it existed you would walk past it without noticing what the building was really for. They value confidentiality with great respect.The door opened on a sensor before I reached it. Inside, the noise level was precisely low enough for conversation, but high enough to make eavesdropping an effort. Dark wood and amber lighting hover above a long bar attended by two waiters who moved with the efficiency of professionals who understood their job so well without telling them. I noticed the four booths along the left wall with high backs that created the suggestion of privacy. A pianist at the far end was entertaining the audience with his melodious sound.The perfect kind of environment I n
Serena’s POV“You were not supposed to wake up this soon.”The voice came before my eyes could even fully opened. Slowly, I blinked through the haze in my head.White ceiling, soft golden lighting. This is definitely not a hospital.I tried to move and immediately regretted it. A sharp pain cut thr
Adrian’s POV“Mr. Laurent?”I looked up sharply as one of the house staff rushed into my bedroom.“It’s almost midnight, sir.”I glanced at the clock beside the bed and frowned slightly.Serena still wasn’t home.It’s been hours I’ve been trying to reach her but can’t. I assumed she went to Ava’s p
Serena’s POVRain poured heavily outside the hotel as I drove through the empty road with trembling hands wrapped around the steering wheel.I could barely see properly through the windshield.But honestly, the storm outside felt nothing compared to the one inside me.My chest hurt so badly it was
Serena’s POV“You’re embarrassing me again.”Adrian’s voice was calm when he said it, but somehow, that made it worse.The entire dining table went silent.I stood beside his mother with a serving tray still in my hands while heat slowly crawled up my neck. Across the table, several business guests







