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I was still clutching the bag tightly, holding it as if I never wanted to let it go. With every passing second, my curiosity grew. Rose said this bag would be very useful once we reached our destination.The question was would we even get there? Would I reach that destination when David couldn’t even be contacted?Those thoughts swirled in my mind as my feet kept moving. I followed Rose from behind, slowly. Her hair flowed beautifully, her figure full and tall. Honestly, she looked more like a fashion model than someone being hunted by a criminal. She was too beautiful for that.Moments later, we stood behind a white van with the plate number 1005. Several men stepped out of the van and opened the door for us.The journey began.An unfamiliar road, a vast garden with only a narrow path. No signs, no human voices. Just the whisper of the wind and, occasionally, birds flying past before disappearing into the shadows of the leaves. In the distance, a large building could be faintly seen,
We walked down the corridor to the very end of the building. A tall brown door stood before us. Its surface was smooth and polished, with a silver metal handle that looked cold and untouched.Slowly, Mr. Albert took out a thin black card with a silver line along its edge. He glanced at me briefly before lifting the card toward a small panel beside the door.Click.The door opened.Inside, dozens of paintings lined the walls. The paint was still wet. Some strokes had not fully dried, glistening under the light. Small droplets were still slowly running down one corner of a canvas, as if the painter had just set down the brush and left without even cleaning it.“Who does this room belong to?”
Rose became unsettling after my last conversation with her. The change was so obvious, as if she were confirming that my suspicions were true. And yet, strangely, I felt protected. There was a side of Rose that understood the situation better than I did.I didn’t really know her. But I could conclude one thing—she was not the ordinary assistant I had initially thought she was.After two hours passed, Rose asked me to leave the place. She said the staff had started to grow suspicious because we had been sitting in front of the aquarium for hours, and the children who came seemed uncomfortable with our presence.I didn’t know. And truthfully, I didn’t fully believe her. Maybe she had another plan. But since I currently had no one else I could trust, I followed her.Golden Gate Park, 4:00 p.m. (Mr
3 more Hours.I sat in front of the large aquarium, letting the bluish light from inside the tank wash over my face. The water behind the glass looked calm, shimmering softly whenever the ceiling lights reflected on its surface. Small fish moved in unison, turning in almost perfect patterns, as if they had a purpose they never doubted.I watched them without truly seeing.A stingray glided gracefully along the bottom of the tank, its shadow dancing over the white sand. In another corner, a small shark circled lazily, its movements steady and certain, unhurried, unhesitating.Unlike me.My reflection appeared faint on the glass, blending with the shadows of artificial corals and seaweed. The mask still covering half my face ma
“They’re looking for you.”Rose pulled a large bag from beside her and placed it right in front of me. “These are the files you were looking for,” she said sincerely. “Dr. John asked me to prepare them for you.”I pulled the bag closer, but just as I was about to open it, Rose’s hand stopped me. Her soft, cold fingers touched my skin so deeply I could even feel her heartbeat racing.“Not here. We have to leave.”I nodded, then followed Rose from behind.We walked through a narrow alley beside the house. I hugged the bag tightly against my chest, trying to steady my breathing so it wouldn’t be heard. We kept close to the cold, damp brick wall. The faint smell of
I packed the belongings I had brought to the hospital. While there was no news from David, I stayed there, reflecting, thinking about what my next move should be.I was stuck.I was confused.Lost without direction after David became unreachable.Dr. John asked me to stay at his house until things settled down, even though I knew things would never truly be fine until the main criminal was finished.The question was, when would that be? When would David be able to defeat him? And when would I be able to make the world believe that the high-level criminal was Mr. Thomas?I put on my cap and mask, then slowly left the hospital through the emergency exit. When I reached the door, I paused for a moment. My hand gripped the cold handle. Once more, I looked back at the long corridor I had just walked through. I took a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open.I saw two men stepping out of a black van approaching the security desk in the lobby. Their faces looked familiar. The black suits
I didn’t know which case to solve first. The deeper I got into this mess, the more evidence I found that implicated the Thomas Family.Carlos’s death led me into a new danger I had never anticipated. Regarding the code Carlos gave me during our last meeting, I still remember it to this day, and I w
I never expected that his presence would change my life. I thought I could control it like I had before. But this is heavier. Liam was right, I can't even control my own fear.It's three in the morning, and I still can'
I sat on the sofa, wrapping myself in a blanket while two police officers interrogated me. Matthew had been with the police since the sirens stopped in front of the building. He said he was the one who called the police after hearing the commotion from outside my room.The CCTV was off, and the knif
As David stepped in, Liam suddenly snatched the knife from my hand and pulled me toward him, placing the blade right against my throat.My breath caught, my heart pounded in my chest, while the knife







