LOGINADELINEThe receipt never left my mind during the drive to the bank. It sat inside Jackson's folder like a tiny piece of paper carrying the weight of my entire future. Every few minutes, I caught myself imagining what could be waiting inside that safe deposit box. Maybe it held the proof Devon had died trying to protect. Maybe it held nothing at all. I hated how hope and fear could exist inside me at the same time.Jackson sat beside me with the folder resting on his lap. He had already read the receipt so many times that the edges were beginning to curl. Mikhail drove quietly, keeping his eyes on the road while the afternoon traffic crawled through the city. None of us wanted to say it out loud, but we all understood how important today was. If the safe deposit box still contained what Devon had hidden, everything could change.Jackson finally broke the silence."A man who knows he's being hunted doesn't keep everything in one place."I looked at him."You think he made copies?""I d
ADELINEThe moment Jackson told me the café waitress had agreed to talk, I left Royce Industries without finishing the rest of my afternoon. Something inside me refused to wait any longer. Every hour felt important now, and every new clue seemed to pull us closer to the truth. I stepped out of the building to see that Mikhail and Jackson had stayed behind all along, parked across the street and waiting for me. Mikhail drove while Jackson sat in the front seat, reading through fresh notes from his investigators. None of us spoke much because we all knew this meeting could change everything."The waitress remembered more than just a name," Jackson finally said, breaking the silence. "She remembered Devon calling the person 'Claire' before they stood up to leave."I leaned forward from the back seat."Claire?"Jackson nodded."My team searched through Devon's family records.""And?""He has an older half-sister."I frowned."I didn't even know he had family.""Very few people did."Jack
ADELINEThe morning started with another argument, and this time every person in the room was against me. Jackson stood near the windows with his phone in one hand, Natasha sat beside me on the sofa with a worried look on her face, and Mikhail leaned against the wall with his arms folded. None of them liked the decision I had already made. I could see it in their faces before a single word was spoken. They all wanted to protect me, but I was tired of feeling protected. I wanted to fight."You shouldn't go," Jackson said firmly. "Not today."Natasha nodded immediately."The reporters are literally waiting outside Royce Industries. Every news station knows you'd definitely want to show up sooner or later."I looked from one face to another."Good."They all stared at me.Mikhail sighed."Adeline.""What?""This isn't the time to challenge them."I stood up and walked toward the window. The city looked peaceful from up there, but I knew it wasn't. Somewhere out there, people were reading
CONRAD povI had barely finished reading the morning reports when Victor walked into my office without knocking. He almost never interrupted my morning briefing unless something important had happened. The moment I looked at his face, I knew this wasn't good news. He wasn't frightened, but he wasn't calm either. He placed a folder on my desk and waited for me to look up."Speak."Victor took a slow breath."Jackson has changed direction."I leaned back in my chair."What do you mean?""He isn't spending most of his time proving Adeline is innocent anymore."I stayed quiet."He's rebuilding Devon's movements before the murder."For a few seconds, I didn't react. I simply stared at Victor while my mind worked through every possible reason Jackson would do something like that. Then I understood. If Jackson followed Devon's final day closely enough, he would eventually reach the café. Once he reached the café, he would begin asking questions I had hoped nobody would ever ask.I slowly fol
ADELINE povThe next morning felt even heavier than the last. I woke before the sun had fully risen, but I already knew Jackson would be awake. He had looked too determined to sleep after the phone call about the waitress. When I walked into the dining room, I wasn't surprised to find him standing beside the table with another cup of cold coffee. The files from yesterday were still spread across the table, but now they were joined by fresh photographs, printed maps, and new pages covered with handwritten notes.Mikhail came in a minute later, still buttoning his shirt. He looked at Jackson, then at the mountain of papers, and let out a slow breath."You didn't sleep, did you?"Jackson gave a tired smile."I closed my eyes for about twenty minutes.""And then?""I kept thinking about Devon."Mikhail let out a short laugh.Devon rubbed his forehead."The more I looked at his last day, the more I realized we were missing something."I pulled out a chair and sat down."What did your team
ADELINE povI barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Devon lying on the floor with a slit throat, and every time I forced myself back to sleep, I saw the headlines calling me a murderer. By the time the sun came up, I had already given up on resting. I walked into the dining room with heavy eyes and found Jackson sitting at the table, surrounded by papers, printed photographs, an empty coffee cup, and an open laptop. It looked like he had never gone to bed at all, and judging by the dark circles under his eyes, he probably hadn't.Mikhail walked in a few moments later and quietly sat beside me. Jackson rubbed his face before looking at both of us with a serious expression that immediately made my stomach tighten. He pushed a stack of files toward the middle of the table and folded his hands together."I spent the entire night rebuilding Devon's last day," he said. "We're done looking only at his murder. Now we need to understand how he was thinking before he died.







