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The quarry fell into absolute silence.No one moved.No one spoke.Even the wind seemed to have stopped.Joel Aliet's words lingered in the air like poison."The woman who took the babies was working for Grace Akinyi."Alex blinked.Once.Twice.Trying to understand what he had heard.Beside him, David Pilka looked as if the ground beneath his feet had disappeared."No..."The older man shook his head."No."Joel's expression softened.Not because he enjoyed this.Because he knew exactly how much damage the truth could cause."I wish I was wrong."David took an unsteady step forward."Grace would never—""Would never what?" Joel interrupted quietly."Protect her children?"The question struck like a slap.David froze.Joel lowered the folder."You've spent twenty-six years investigating what happened after the babies disappeared."His gaze hardened."I spent twenty-six years investigating what happened before."A few kilometers away, Obadiah's convoy had finally reached the outskirts
For a moment, nobody moved.Nobody breathed.Nobody spoke.The quarry stood frozen beneath a cloud of dust and smoke.Even the gunfire stopped.Because the name that had just echoed through the loudspeaker was impossible.Utterly impossible.Joel Aliet was dead.Everyone knew that.Patricia believed it.The police believed it.The media believed it.The conspirators certainly believed it.Yet the voice carried across the valley again.Calm.Steady.Unmistakable."Drop your weapons."Alex stared through the smoke.His mind struggling to process two impossible revelations at once.David's words.The fourth child is Patricia.And now—Joel Aliet.Alive.Very much alive."What the hell is happening?" Alex whispered.Even David seemed shaken.The older man's face had lost color.Blood continued seeping through his injured shoulder.Yet his attention wasn't on the wound.It was fixed on the smoke-covered entrance."No..."The word escaped him softly.Almost reverently."No, Joel..."At the
The first gunshot changed everything.One moment, the quarry had been a tense standoff.Then next, it became a battlefield.Kepha Gaya's man collapsed instantly.A crimson stain spread across his chest before he hit the ground.Then came the second shot.Another.And another.The echoes bounced off the quarry walls like thunder."DOWN!"David Pilka tackled Alex behind a large boulder.Bullets immediately struck the rock.Fragments exploded into the air.Alex felt sharp pieces cut his cheek."Who are they?" he shouted.David's face was grim."The people nobody wants to meet."Across the quarry, Kepha's men scrambled for cover.Their discipline immediately became apparent.No panic.No confusion.They moved with military precision.Returning fire.Communicating through hand signals.Trying to locate the attackers.But the shooters remained invisible.Whoever they were, they had chosen their positions carefully.High ground.Excellent visibility.Excellent cover.A professional ambush.K
The accusation hung in the air.Heavy.Poisonous.Explosive.Alex stared at David Pilka.Waiting.Hoping.Expecting an immediate denial.A shout.An angry rebuttal.Something.Anything.Instead, David remained silent.The older man's face looked as though someone had ripped open a wound that had never healed.Kepha Gaya smiled.The reaction told him everything."Look at him, Alex."The armed leader spread his hands dramatically."Look carefully."David finally spoke."Kepha..."His voice sounded tired.Broken."Don't."The smile widened."Oh, now you want me to stop?"Kepha laughed bitterly."Twenty-six years too late."Alex's pulse hammered."What is he talking about?"Neither man answered immediately.The silence became unbearable.Finally, David spoke."I loved Grace."The words stunned Alex.Not because he hadn't suspected a connection.Because of the pain behind them.Real pain.Raw pain.The kind that survives decades.David slowly lowered his eyes."We were engaged."The world
The SUVs came fast.Too fast.Dust exploded behind them as they tore down the rocky slope toward the quarry.Alex's pulse thundered.Instinct screamed at him to run.But where?The quarry was surrounded by steep walls and open ground.There was nowhere to hide.Nowhere to disappear.David Pilka remained surprisingly calm.His eyes tracked the approaching vehicles.Calculating.Assessing.Predicting.The behavior of a man who had survived dangerous situations before.Many dangerous situations."How many exits?" Alex asked.David pointed toward a narrow dirt track winding behind a cluster of boulders."One."Alex cursed.The older man nodded."Exactly."The first SUV stopped.Then the second.Then the third.The doors opened.Men emerged.Armed.Disciplined.Professional.Not ordinary criminals.Not ordinary hired muscle.These men moved with training.Military training.David's expression darkened."I know those formations."Alex looked at him."What does that mean?""It means we have
The abandoned quarry felt colder.Darker.More dangerous.Alex stared at David Pilka.Trying to decide whether the man was telling the truth or manipulating him.Neither option was comforting."You said there were four babies."David nodded."Yes."Alex struggled to process it.Every document he had read.Every revelation.Every clue.Everything pointed toward three children.Sarah Waore.The hidden child.The child raised inside the organization.Three.Not four.Yet David looked certain.Painfully certain.The kind of certainty that came from experience.Not theory."What happened to the fourth child?"David remained silent.For a long moment, he simply stared toward the distant hills.Then he spoke."Nobody knows."Alex frowned."That's impossible.""No."David's voice hardened."Impossible is what Project Ashes specialized in."The answer wasn't satisfying.Alex could feel frustration rising.People kept giving him fragments.Half-truths.Pieces.Never the complete picture."I nee
Alex's blood turned to ice.The stranger stood calmly beside the charging station.Smiling.Patient.Confident.Far too confident.People moved around them without paying attention.Passengers boarded buses.Vendors shouted prices.Bus conductors called destinations.The noise should have been comf
The morning sun rose slowly over Nakuru.For most people, it was another ordinary day.Children prepared for school.Matatus filled the roads.Businesses opened their doors.Life continued.But for Alex Midila, every sunrise felt borrowed.Every breath felt stolen.Every hour alive felt like a mira
Alison Pendo sat alone in the darkness.For the first time in years, she hated her office.The broken desks.The shattered monitors.The overturned filing cabinets.The smell of splintered wood and dust.Every corner reminded her that strangers had invaded her space.Her sanctuary.Her life's work.
Sleep refused to come.Patricia lay awake in the guest room of Obadiah's safe house, staring at the ceiling.The revelations of the past week replayed endlessly in her mind.Grace Akinyi.Obadiah.Rose.Sarah Waore.Project Ashes.The flash drive.The threats against Glen and Faith.Every answer se







