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CHAPTER 19 — THE MORNING AFTER
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2026-09-10 16:27:41
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Until the Final Whistle CHAPTER 41 — BEFORE WE GO
UNTIL THE FINAL WHISTLE---EVELYN---Kovac left first.He took the stairs rather than the lift, saying something about needing to change out of his training kit before anyone saw him leaving the building with us. It was a thin excuse and all three of us knew it. He was giving us space. He had been doing it since the moment he sat down at my desk, reading the room the way he always did, and I made a mental note to thank him later for something I couldn't quite name.The media room fell quiet once his footsteps faded down the corridor. Luca was still sitting on the edge of my desk, and I was still in my chair, and between us sat the folded piece of paper with the name that had been haunting me for five years. Neither of us reached for it. Neither of us spoke for a long moment.Then Luca shifted, and his knee brushed mine again, and this time neither of us moved away."Can I ask you something?" he said
Until the Final Whistle CHAPTER 40 — THE NAME IN HER HANDS
UNTIL THE FINAL WHISTLE---EVELYN---We didn't leave the training ground right away.Luca guided me to the media room because it was the nearest door and it locked from the inside, and I sat down in the chair behind my own desk and stared at the piece of paper in my hands until the words started to swim.Victor Hale.I said it in my head a dozen times, trying to make it fit into the empty space where a face should have been. Nothing came. No image. No voice. No smell. Just a name, and the knowledge that it belonged to a man who was still walking around this city, still working for the same people who had spent the last month trying to destroy us."Say something," Luca said quietly from the doorway."I don't know what to say.""Then start with what you're feeling."I looked up at him. He was leaning against the frame with his arms crossed, but his shoulders were tight, and there was a carefulness in his expression that I hadn't seen since the earliest days after my return. He was wai
Until the Final Whistle CHAPTER 39 — THE MEETING AT THE TRAINING GROUND
UNTIL THE FINAL WHISTLE---EVELYN---We arrived at the training ground at ten minutes to three, and the place was almost empty.The news had done its work. The car park held only a handful of vehicles. The security guards at the gate looked tense and distracted, checking our IDs twice before letting us through. The press that had been camped outside for most of the morning had thinned to a small huddle of photographers at the far end of the access road, too far away to bother anyone inside.Luca parked in the corner of the car park, away from the cameras, and killed the engine. Neither of us moved for a moment. Through the windscreen I could see the pitch, green and empty under the grey sky, and beyond it the low brick building that housed the changing rooms and the media suite and everything else that had become part of my life over the last few weeks."Where does he want to meet you?" Luca asked."He just said the training ground.""That's not helpful.""I know."We got out of the
Until the Final Whistle CHAPTER 38 — THE RETURN
UNTIL THE FINAL WHISTLE---EVELYN---The story broke at six o'clock on Friday morning, and by seven the whole city knew.I was still in bed when my phone started buzzing on the nightstand, a low insistent hum that pulled me out of a dream I couldn't remember. Luca was already awake beside me, propped against the headboard with his own phone in his hand, and the expression on his face told me everything I needed to know before he said a single word."It's out," he said quietly. "Front page. Everywhere."I sat up and reached for my phone. The Telegraph. A photograph of Alistair Kane above the fold, silver-haired and silver-suited, his name in letters large enough to read from across the room. The headline was four words long and devastating. The Man Who Owns Football. Beneath it, the recording I had made two nights ago was quoted in full, along with Webb's evidence, the shell companies, the fixed fixtures, the journalist who had been dealt with. It was all there. Every piece we had sp
Until the Final Whistle CHAPTER 37 — THE WALK OUT
UNTIL THE FINAL WHISTLE---EVELYN---I didn't turn around.That was the only thought in my head as I stood there with my hand on the trolley and my heart slamming against my ribs. Don't turn around. Don't react. Don't give him the satisfaction.The room had gone completely silent. Eleven men watching me. One man smiling. The recording device inside my collar was still running, and every second I stayed in this room was a second of evidence, but it was also a second closer to being caught."Of course, sir," I said, keeping my voice low and flat the way a catering worker would speak to a man like Alistair Kane. "Is there anything else?""No," Kane said. "You may go."I pushed the trolley through the door and closed it behind me with a soft click, and the moment the latch caught I let out a breath I hadn't realised I had been holding. My legs felt weak. My hands were steady only because I refused to let them shake. The corridor stretched in front of me, dim and narrow, and somewhere be
Until the Final Whistle CHAPTER 36 — INSIDE THE ROOM
UNTIL THE FINAL WHISTLE---EVELYN---The van pulled up behind the private members' club at ten minutes to seven, and Sarah killed the engine without a word.We sat in the dark for a moment, listening to the city breathe around us. The club backed onto a narrow service lane lined with bins and delivery crates, and the only light came from a single bulb above the kitchen door. A small camera sat mounted in the corner, its red light blinking steadily."Camera loops start at seven," Sarah said quietly. "Webb's contact set it up. You have exactly forty minutes from the moment you step through that door before it resets and anyone watching the feed sees you on it.""I know.""Evelyn." Sarah turned in her seat, her face half in shadow. "If anything goes wrong in there, you walk out. No heroics. No trying to get one more photograph. You walk out and we find another way."I nodded. I didn't trust myself to speak.I pulled the cap lower over my forehead and got out of the van, and the cold ai
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