LOGIN"DOWN!"Alex and Gabriel shouted in unison.The first bullet ripped through the air where Bethwel had been standing a fraction of a second earlier.The detective threw himself behind a fallen log.Another shot cracked through the forest.Obadiah's security team reacted instantly."Contact!""Sniper!"The peaceful woodland erupted into chaos.Alex didn't raise his head.Instead, he listened.One shot.Pause.A second shot.Longer pause.His lips tightened."One shooter."David crawled beside him."How do you know?""The interval.""If there were two rifles, we'd hear overlapping fire."Bethwel looked across the clearing."So where is he?"Alex closed his eyes for a second.The echo...The wind...The delay...Then he pointed."Third cedar.""Thirty feet up."Obadiah raised two fingers.Immediately, two of his best marksmen silently disappeared into the undergrowth, circling wide instead of firing blindly.Inside the ranger station, the commander smiled faintly."He found the sniper."O
For a moment...The forest ceased to exist.Alex stared at the weathered leather notebook in the young woman's hands.His father's name.Embossed in faded gold.Daniel Midila.His throat tightened."Where..."He swallowed."...did you get that?"The young woman looked at him with tired eyes."From the only man who trusted me."Gabriel took an involuntary step forward."Daniel?"She nodded."The last time I saw him."Joel's face hardened."That's impossible.""He died twenty-five years ago.""So everyone believed."She replied quietly.Patricia noticed Alex's hands.They were trembling.Only slightly.But enough for her to see.She had known Alex for years.Whenever he faced danger...His hands remained steady.Whenever he spoke before crowds...Perfectly calm.But mention his father...And the composure disappeared.She quietly moved beside him.Without saying a word.She slipped her hand into his.Alex squeezed it gratefully.Bethwel remained cautious."Who are you?""My name is Naom
Alex closed Glen's sketchbook.His face was calm.Almost too calm.Patricia searched his eyes desperately."Tell me."Alex looked at her."I think Glen is still close."David frowned."But the whistle came from different directions."Alex nodded."Exactly.""They wanted us looking everywhere...""...except where they actually were."He pointed to Glen's final drawing."The hornbill.""The abandoned ranger station lies directly beneath the hornbills' nesting cliffs."Gabriel smiled."Daniel would've reached the same conclusion."Obadiah wasted no time."David.""Yes, sir.""Take eight men.""Inspector Bethwel.""You'll accompany them."Bethwel nodded."Done."Obadiah turned toward Patricia."You stay here."She stared at him in disbelief."Absolutely not.""My son is in those woods.""And I'm going."Obadiah expected that answer.He simply looked at Alex.Alex sighed."I can't stop her."Patricia folded her arms."No.""You can't."Five minutes later...The rescue team slipped quietly
Three short whistles.Silence.Then...Three more.Patricia clutched the edge of the Land Cruiser."Glen..."Tears welled in her eyes."That's Glen."Rose had bought him the whistle years earlier after he became fascinated by camping documentaries.Patricia had taught him a simple rule."If you're ever lost, don't keep shouting. Blow the whistle three times, wait, then do it again."Now...Her son was following that lesson.Alex raised a hand."No one moves."Obadiah's security men froze.Patricia looked at him in disbelief."My son is out there!""I know.""And every person who took him knows you'll want to run."Bethwel stepped beside Alex."I agree."Patricia closed her eyes in frustration."I can't just stand here."Alex looked at the tree line."I'm not asking you to.""I'm asking you to arrive alive."Another whistle echoed.This time...Slightly farther east.David frowned."He's moving."Alex slowly shook his head."No.""He wants us to think he's moving."Joel looked at him c
The convoy came to a halt.The collapsed bridge had reduced the stream below into a raging torrent, carrying away twisted steel beams like driftwood.David climbed onto the muddy embankment and studied the map."There is another route."Obadiah looked at him."How much longer?"David grimaced."Forty-five minutes."Patricia shut her eyes.Every extra minute felt like an hour.Alex was already walking along the broken bridge, his eyes scanning every detail.Bethwel joined him."You think there's more here?"Alex nodded."The bridge isn't the message.""What is?"Alex pointed at the cut support column."The person who cut this knew structural engineering."Bethwel examined the clean, angled cut."So?""So they knew exactly where to cut."He crouched lower."And..."He brushed away wet mud with his fingertips."They left us something."Wedged beneath a loose stone was a brass washer.No larger than a coin.David frowned."That came from the bridge?"Alex shook his head."No."He turned i
Patricia stood motionless.The satellite phone had slipped from her trembling fingers into the wet leaves.No one rushed to pick it up.No one spoke.The words echoed inside her mind."They've taken Glen."She closed her eyes.Not Glen...Anyone but Glen.A hand rested gently on her shoulder.Obadiah."Patricia."She didn't answer.His voice remained calm."They took him alive."Slowly, she looked up."How do you know?""Because if they wanted to silence him..."He paused."...they would have done it where they found him."Patricia searched his face."You can't know that.""No."He admitted quietly."But I know how professionals think.""They don't create unnecessary complications.""If Glen is alive...""...then he has value."Alex, standing a few metres away, nodded in agreement."They didn't take a child."Everyone turned toward him."They took the only witness who has actually seen something they need."David picked up the satellite phone from the ground."Rose?"Her breathing was
The footsteps stopped outside the trailer.Alex held his breath.His entire body tensed.The old truck trailer was dark, cramped, and smelled of rust and rainwater.Not exactly a hiding place.But it was all he had.Another footstep.Closer.Alex gripped a rusted metal rod he had found earlier.It
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
The words hung heavily in the office.Rose was never my daughter.Nobody spoke.Nobody moved.Even the hum of the air conditioner seemed louder.Patricia stared at Obadiah.Waiting.Hoping.Praying that he would laugh and admit this was some cruel misunderstanding.Instead, the billionaire looked a







