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Chapter 160

Author: Michy Gaza
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-19 08:46:44

The hallway outside Asher’s room was cold, unnaturally so.

Maybe it was the white walls, too clean. Or maybe it was the way everything had started to echo in Luca’s head: the monitor beeps, the shuffle of nurses, the mechanical whir of a vending machine far down the corridor. All of it muffled by the roar in his chest.

The officer walked ahead without looking back. Professional, quiet, as if giving Luca time to brace himself.

Luca didn’t speak until they stepped into an unoccupied consultation room. The door clicked shut behind them.

“What is it?” he asked, voice low.

The officer hesitated for a second. Then he pulled a file from his coat, slim, sealed in clear plastic, unassuming. “We ran preliminary forensics on the crime scene. There’s… something you need to see.”

He placed the file on the table between them and flipped it open.

Luca stared down.

Photos. Crisp, high definition, dated and time stamped.

First: his father’s body.

Luca’s stomach turned, but he didn’t look away.

Next: a
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