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Third person's POV Liam sat in the hospital that evening, his chair pulled close to Jackson's bed, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. The machines beeped their rhythmic confirmation that Jackson was still here, still fighting, still alive.But Liam's mind wasn't on the machines or the beeping or even Jackson's gradual improvement.It was on Avery.The way she'd run out of the room earlier. The panic in her eyes. The fear that had nothing to do with Jackson's condition and everything to do with secrets she was desperate to keep buried.Janet walked in carrying two cups of coffee from the cafeteria. She handed one to Liam. "You look like you're plotting something.""Not plotting. Thinking." Liam took the coffee gratefully. "I need to find Avery. Talk to her. Get the truth before she does something stupid.""More stupid than what she's already done?" Janet raised an eyebrow. "That's a high bar.""I'm serious. She's running from something. Or someone. And I think I know what
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Third person's POV Avery's hands were shaking so badly she could barely grip the steering wheel. She'd made it to her car, somehow. Through the alley, around the block, keeping to the shadows until she reached the parking garage two streets over where she kept her BMW.Her suitcase was thrown in the back seat. Her purse on the passenger side. And she was driving with no real destination except away.Away from the police. Away from Liam. Away from Astor and his threats and the whole goddamn mess she'd created.The city lights blurred past her windows as she drove, her mind racing faster than the car. Where could she go? Who could help her? Everyone she knew was either connected to the Maddox family or the Sinclair family or both.Except one person.She pulled over in a parking lot, grabbed her burner phone from her purse. The one she'd bought months ago when all this started. When she'd first realized how deep in trouble she was.She dialed a number she'd hoped she'd never have to use
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Third person's POV 8 PM - Police PrecinctThe fluorescent lights in the precinct had that particular quality of making everything look worse than it was. Institutional. Cold. Officer Mackenzie sat at his desk with his fourth cup of coffee going cold beside him, watching Torres write up a statement for an incident that had happened earlier that day. Some domestic dispute that had escalated. Nothing connected to their case but everything was connected when you were this tired.They'd been working nonstop for four days. No days off. Barely any sleep. Police work was supposed to be done in shifts, rotating officers to prevent burnout and mistakes. But this case was too big. Too important. Too many threads that needed following before they unraveled.Mackenzie rubbed his eyes. They felt like sandpaper. Everything felt like sandpaper.Torres looked up from his report. "You should go home. Get some sleep. You're no good to anyone running on fumes.""Says the man who's been here just as long
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Third person's POV "That's the question," Dove said, scrolling through more files on her tablet. "I also looked into Avery's movements over the last year. Where she's been. Who she's been seen with. And there's something interesting. Three times in the months after she got pregnant, she was spotted at Astor Sinclair's private hubs. Not his penthouse. Different locations. Meeting him late at night. Staying for hours."Mackenzie felt his stomach drop. "You're sure?""I'm damned sure, but it doesn't necessarily mean something concrete. It could be something or it could be anything." Torres leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "We can't jump to conclusions based on meetings alone.""Yes, Torres is right. But what Officer Dove just provided is significant because if we were to look directly into this matter, I would say that either it's concerning the baby or it's about the incident with Jackson." Mackenzie stood and started pacing. "But let's look at this differently. Let's look at As
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Third person's POV In the police precinct, the conference room smelled like burnt coffee and exhaustion. Officer Mackenzie sat with his tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, looking like he'd been awake for thirty-six hours straight. Which he probably had. Officer Torres sat across from him, equally tired, drumming his fingers on the table in a rhythm that was starting to drive Mackenzie insane.Officer Ella Dove stood at the head of the table, holding her tablet like it contained the secrets of the universe. Which, in a way, it kind of did."Now we can nail Astor Sinclair for good with the evidence we have," Dove said, scrolling through documents on her screen. "Caruso's confession. Financial records. The forged will. Elizabeth Harlow's murder. Jackson Maddox's attempted murder. It's airtight. He's going down.""That isn't the problem," Mackenzie said, rubbing his face with both hands.Torres stopped drumming. "What could be the problem? We have everything. Multiple witnesses. Physical e
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Third person's POV Jackson Maddox woke slowly, as if the world had to coax him back from the place where pain had been living under his skin. The hospital room appeared in soft squares of light that the morning sun coaxed through the blinds. His eyes fluttered, fighting gravity, fighting memory, fighting whatever fog the medication had wrapped around him. For a moment he did not know his own name. Then he saw Liam Sinclair sitting by the bed, his head bent, hands clasped, breathing like each exhale carried a prayer he was afraid to say out loud.A low sound came from Jackson. It was not quite a word, not quite a groan. Just a broken edge of voice. Liam jerked upright and blinked fast, the relief hitting him so strongly that his shoulders softened all at once.Doctor Patel, who stood by the monitor, gave a tiny nod. Janet, who had stationed herself beside the door like an overworked guard dog, whispered something that might have been Thank God.Jackson’s hand shifted on the blanket. L
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