Todos los capítulos de The Final Goodbye : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

The night in New York was unusually quiet, but James’s apartment was alive with tension. The laptop screen glowed between him and Emilia, the air thick with fatigue and frustration. Two days had passed since Emilia’s narrow escape at the bar, and the footage she’d recovered was now their only lead.James scrolled through the files again, replaying the video of the shooting — frame by frame. Roland’s face appeared clearly this time, frozen in the act of pulling the trigger. Emilia’s hands tightened on the edge of the table. “That’s him,” she said under her breath, her voice trembling slightly. “The man who killed Martins.”James leaned closer, his expression grim. “Yeah. But the question is, who sent him?”They had been asking that same question for hours, going through records, phone logs, and call histories until their eyes burned. Finally, Emilia found something — a number that appeared repeatedly in Roland’s call log on the night before the murder. It was registered to a prepaid

The London Business Leadership Summit opened with its usual noise — camera flashes, the murmur of international delegates, the mix of ambition and rivalry thick in the air. But Amara barely felt any of it. She sat in the third row of the main conference hall, her fingers lightly gripping her notepad, her mind drifting back to the same place it always returned to now — Martins, the investigation, and the haunting silence that followed his death.She tried to breathe steadily. Adaobi’s voice echoed in her head: “Go. Clear your mind. Just go.” Emilia had said the same thing. They all believed London would give her space, but instead, the noise inside her heart only grew louder. Every step she took reminded her of what she had lost. Every face she saw made her wonder if anyone in this world was truly innocent.She pushed back the ache and tried to focus as the hall slowly filled. Representatives from some of the world’s biggest corporations arrived, each carrying their own drama and

Inspector Dennis stood alone in his office, the steady hum of the overhead lights doing little to calm the frustration tightening his jaw. His computer chimed with a new notification from Interpol, and the moment he opened the file, his entire posture shifted. The black SUV Emilia had reported — the one caught in the blurry footage behind the hotel, had been linked to one of Eva’s old aliases. Not just similar. Confirmed.Dennis exhaled slowly, the kind of exhale that carried more anger than breath. For days, they had been circling loose ends. Now, one of those loose ends had finally looped back into a noose.He reached for his phone without hesitation.When Emilia answered, the tremor in her voice was unmistakable. “Inspector?”“Listen to me,” Dennis said sharply, wasting no time. “You are not to leave your apartment. Do you understand? Stay indoors. Keep your phone on you at all times.”A beat of silence. Then her voice cracked. “Inspector… what happened?”“The SUV you mentioned

James was on his way out of his apartment when his phone rang.Inspector Dennis. His tone was sharp, urgent, carrying none of the calm he usually maintained.“James, listen carefully,” Dennis said. “We just pulled new airport footage. Roland bought a ticket to London two days before Martins was killed. That means he planned something long before the shooting. I need Alex’s exact location in London — right now.”James froze.“London?” he repeated, stunned. “Inspector, you’re saying Roland is there?”“That’s what the footage tells us. We’re coordinating with London authorities, but we need to reach Alex immediately. Call him. Don’t waste a second.”The line cut.James didn’t even breathe properly before dialing Alex. Once. Twice. Five times. Alex didn’t pick up.“Come on… pick up the damn phone,” James muttered, pacing, fear clawing at him.He dialed again.Finally, Alex answered, his voice low and strained. “James? What is it? I’m in a—”“Roland is in London,” James said without waitin

The knock on the door came again, softer this time, followed by a quick announcement from the hallway.“London Metropolitan Police.”Alex rose immediately. Amara pushed herself up too, still shaken from earlier, her nerves so tight that every sound felt like a threat. Alex opened the door carefully. Two uniformed officers stood outside, stern, alert, purposeful.“Mr. Spencer?” one asked.“Yes.”“We were sent by Inspector Dennis. He’s joining us remotely.”Alex stepped aside, allowing them in. Amara wrapped her arms around herself, her shoulders trembling. The officers scanned the room first, checking each corner, then positioned themselves near the window and door as Alex set his phone down and activated the video call.Inspector Dennis appeared on the screen instantly.“Alex. Amara,” he said, his voice sharp, controlled. “I need both of you to listen carefully. The investigation has expanded. We’ve had developments.”Amara’s fingers tightened around the couch cushion. Alex glanced