116: On Death Bed

"Who? Who the hell took her?"

Through a series of strained breaths, he managed to utter, "Ra..." Blood-tinged bubbles escaped his lips, followed by a violent cough that wracked his body. It was evident that time was running out for him. "Russian."

A chill ran down my spine, and I bristled at the revelation. Axel could never be mistaken for a Russian. "Okay, just rest," I urged, despite the conflicting emotions within me. I realized that he might still hold valuable information.

Refusing to release my arm, he tugged me down closer to him. "Desk. Look. Drive."

I glanced towards his desk, trying to comprehend his words.

"Take... it."

"Alright." Rising to my feet, I walked over to his desk, methodically opening each drawer. Finally, I discovered a solitary jump drive. It had to be what he was referring to. Returning to his side, I held the drive in front of his face. "Is this what Lucas was going to give Emily?"

"Ya... yes. A copy." He began coughing up more blood, his chest heaving