Alle Kapitel von Love in the Line of Fire: Kapitel 111 – Kapitel 117

(THE FLASHBACK)Ilana was getting ready for a nap when the phone had rang.She was glad—god, she was so fucking glad—she hadn’t fallen asleep.It was the number she’d given to Josephine. She picked up with a frown on her face.“Calix is up,” Josephine said and Ilana could’ve sworn she felt the floor shift beneath her shift.“What?” She asked numbly. “Calix is up,” Jo repeated, her voice more urgent now. “You need to go there. Keep it a secret. No one can know that he’s gained consciousness. I have a guy stationed there but he can’t handle the situation for long. Go.”“Okay,” she breathed, hanging up. —----Ilana arrived at the hospital dressed in the scrubs she’d stolen from the nurse two days earlier. Her mask was on, her head bowed just slightly.But her heart—god, her heart was thunderous. She could feel it in her throat, in her teeth. She was sure people could hear it, smell the tension leaking off her.She kept walking until she was in front of the door she knew to be Calix’s.

The meeting place was a half-abandoned warehouse at the edge of town, far enough from surveillance, close enough to reach quickly if something went wrong. The air smelled like dust and engine oil, and the flickering overhead lights did nothing to make it feel less like a trap.Calix followed Ilana through a narrow hallway. She didn’t talk at all on the way, just told him he was finally going to meet Vincent.When they stepped into the room, two figures were already waiting. Calix recognied Charlie almost immediately, shrouded by darkness, leaning against the far wall. He nodded at Calix.Calix nodded back, hoping to convey his silent gratitude for the way he’d helped them at the gala.The other one sat on a worn looking sofa. Calix recognized him before he even spoke. Vincent sat with an easy stillness, like the silence before a storm. Sharp eyes, weathered hands. The kind of man who’d seen everything and still somehow kept his soul intact.He wasn’t sure what he expected. Something

Helene Fischer had vanished into the shadows the moment Adam Meyer was arrested.For days, she'd disappeared off every known grid. But Ilana knew her well. Helene wasn’t running out of fear—she was waiting. The moment Adam’s empire crumbled, Helene knew trouble could follow. Whatever missions the academy took, they never left behind any paper trails, any documentations that can be traced back to them. They were smart like that. And they had to be, Ilana understood. Running an illegal hitman business didn’t exactly survive negligence.Adam didn’t have anything tangible. None of them ever did. But he was a well respected man. Even after everything, his word meant something. Helene had known it wasn’t a risk she wanted to take.Vincent and Charlie had spent a week tracking her. A full week of coded messages, bribed guards, traced locations, and false trails. Helene knew how to vanish. But so did they. And in the end, they found her.It was her and Charlie, in the end. They were the on