تسجيل الدخولHARRY'S POV.......................................................................................................“Yes, sir? You wanted to see me?” I stood directly in front of him.The Chief of Police ended his phone call just as I closed the office door behind me. He let out a sigh and motioned for me to sit down.I pulled out the chair across from him and sat. My heart beat a little faster. Usually, if he called me directly to his office, it meant something important was going on.The Chief of Police folded his hands on top of the desk. His sharp gaze studied my face for several seconds before he finally spoke.“How much evidence did you get, Harry?”“A lot, sir. And I caught the suspect in the middle of a transaction.”I shifted slightly in my seat. My heart was still beating faster than usual. The Chief of Police kept his eyes on me before speaking again.“Do not continue this case.”I didn't answer. I simply stared at him, trying to make sure I hadn't misheard.“Let's stop at
DAVID'S POV.........................................................................................................................................Greece was actually a beautiful place.I had spent part of my childhood here with my mother. We once vacationed in a place called Santorini, a cliffside village painted white, with blue-domed churches and the most breathtaking sunsets I had ever seen. I had even learned Greek while I was here.Later, when I returned to America, I deliberately joined Greek communities just to continue learning their language.Not only that, I had once researched the best universities in Greece and seriously considered pursuing my medical studies here.Then something terrible happened.I let go of all those plans and lost hope.“Let me drive. You can come along,” I said to Yohan, the mysterious American.I didn't even know who his family was or what city he came from. My father had dumped him here. He lived as a spy, committing crimes in other people's cou
The words hung in the air, crushing the breath from my lungs.It took only a few words to freeze me in place.David is in Greece.Greece?Greece?"I'm sure it's hard for you to understand all of this," Dr. John said.Then he trailed off.Just like a doctor stepping out of an operating room, preparing to deliver bad news to a patient's family.And I wasn't expecting anything good.A second later, Dr. John spoke."I have to save him, Hanna. He's in danger."
Back to Hanna’s POV’s..........................................................................................................................................................We opened the second file, the green one.When its hard cover was lifted, hundreds of names appeared in neat rows, field operatives (Soldiers), the masterminds behind logistics smuggling operations, black accountants who concealed the flow of billions of dollars, and even the names of high-ranking politicians and law enforcement officials who were on their payroll. Every name was accompanied by an encryption code, area of operation, loyalty status, and a designated "elimination method" should they ever dare betray the organization.We went through the files one by one, reading every name and studying the photographs attached in the upper-right corners. Some belonged to government officials; others were ordinary citizens. Each time a page turned, the rustling paper sounded like a death sentence being handed down
HARRY'S POV.The interrogation room was dead silent. There was only the confinement of windowless, gray concrete walls and the dim glow of a flickering yellowish incandescent bulb on the ceiling, casting strange, elongated shadows.In the center of the room, a rusted iron table separated two contrasting poles. On one side, a forced silence; on the other, an intimidating composure.The ticking of the mechanical wall clock in the corner sounded like the slow, constant, and demanding strikes of a judge's gavel. Faint wisps of cigarette smoke rose from a crowded zinc ashtray, dancing slowly before vanishing into the darkness of the room's corner.Liam sat leaning back in his chair. So calm. His sharp, ice-cold gaze stared straight at me without a single word. A thin smile, heavy wit
I nodded slowly, taking a deep breath before reaching for the black canvas bag, which felt far heavier than its actual size. As I unzipped it, the distinct scent of old, musty paper immediately wafted out, bringing a cold atmosphere that instantly shifted the mood of the room.Inside, the stack of folders was not neatly arranged, but rather crammed together like secrets forced into silence.At the very top lay a thick, maroon plastic folder, its surface covered in fine scratches. The pages inside consisted of printed cargo shipping manifests, fluctuating cash flow charts, and a list of aliases with red ink markings next to them, indicating who had already been "eliminated" from the system.The papers inside the red folder rustled softly as my fingers turned the first page. Each sheet was encased in a plastic protect
The sky suddenly turned black. Strange noises buzzed from afar, like whispers twisted into screams. I ran, but the ground turned into thick mud, pulling my body downward. Behind the fog, dark shadows moved closer without a sound. I wanted to scream, but my voice was gone, swallowed by the heavy ai
That night, I was still there, in front of the police station. I and several journalists were waiting until Liam came out of the building. The atmosphere was relatively safe and calm. The streetlights glowed dimly, casting a soft reflection on the pavement that had begun to cool with the night dew.
I stormed out of Mr. Bobby’s office, anger and disappointment raging inside me. My steps were hurried, as if I couldn’t get away fast enough from that room that suddenly felt too small, too suffocating, too unfamiliar.
I stepped into the Daily News building. The smell of stale coffee and old paper greeted me. Around me, journalists passed by with tense faces.The elevator dinged softly. Inside, it was just me and my reflection on the metallic wall. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my thoughts.I had been absen







