Semua Bab The Final Goodbye : Bab 131 - Bab 140

Emilia couldn’t shake the uneasiness that had been growing in her chest for days. It wasn’t only the threats, or the anonymous envelopes, or the strange shadows that seemed to follow Amara everywhere she went. It was something else—something that didn’t fit until she began reviewing her mental notes, tracing patterns she hadn’t understood before.Every time Amara panicked… Alex appeared.Every moment she felt watched… he showed up shortly after.Every place she tried to hide… somehow he found her.She sat in her tiny office, staring at the notepad on her desk. She wasn’t a detective. She wasn’t trained for this. But she wasn’t stupid either, and she had lived long enough near danger to recognize when something wasn’t adding up.Emilia tapped her pen against the paper, her throat tightening with each memory she revisited. Alex waiting outside Amara’s building. Alex suddenly at the charity event. Alex appearing at the hotel corridor the night of the summit. Alex showing up at her g

The boardroom hummed with polished voices, bright screens, and the restless energy that always filled high-level presentations. Amara sat at the center table, shoulders squared, her expression carved into calm professionalism. On the outside, she looked like the CEO everyone respected — focused, confident, unshakeable. But inside, her nerves twisted like wires pulled too tight.Emilia sat beside her, flipping through the printed proposal, occasionally whispering small clarifications. Amara nodded along, struggling to listen. Her mind drifted more than she liked. Sleepless nights had carved shadows beneath her eyes. Even the smallest sound startled her now.“…and as projected, the fiscal expansion—”The presenter’s voice faded as something caught Amara’s attention — a movement reflected on the tall glass wall behind the crowd. A silhouette. A face. She blinked, leaning slightly forward.Her chest froze mid-breath.Roland.He was standing behind the last row of seats — still, rigid

The motel room smelled of stale cigarettes and damp carpet, the kind of place where light bulbs dimmed too quickly and hope dissolved even faster. Eva paced back and forth in the cramped space, tugging at the ends of her wig as anger simmered beneath her skin. Her shoes tapped sharply against the thinning floorboards, each step punctuated with frustration she no longer bothered to hide.Roland sat on the edge of the creaking mattress, cleaning the barrel of his gun with slow, deliberate motions. His expression remained eerily calm, but there was a storm behind his eyes. Eva stopped pacing and faced him, arms folded, voice sharp.“We’ve been here for over a week, Roland. A week,” she snapped. “And for what? You’ve done nothing but sneak around, hide in alleys, stalk her house, and keep waiting for some perfect moment. Do you think Alex will pay us for hesitation?”Roland didn’t look up. “I think Alex will pay us when the job is done. And the job cannot be done when half of New York’

The interrogation room was cold, quiet, and intentionally uncomfortable. A single metal table sat in the center, two chairs facing each other. Roland leaned back in one, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the ceiling as if the situation bored him. He hadn’t said a word since he was brought in. Not even when Dennis first stepped inside and tried to establish some form of communication.Across the hallway, in the second room, Eva sat hunched over, elbows on the table, fingers tapping in slow, rhythmic agitation. Her wig had been confiscated; her natural hair stuck to her forehead. She looked exhausted, but her eyes still carried that dangerous glint Dennis never trusted.Hours had passed.Neither of them had cracked.Dennis started with Roland again. He dropped a stack of photographs on the table — crime scene shots, Martins’ car, a still image of Roland near the crime location.“You were seen at the warehouse two nights ago,” Dennis said evenly. “Camera footage places you there at 23:47.

The door to the Attorney General's office swung open without a knock—an action bold enough to make the two junior legal aides standing near the filing cabinets flinch where they stood, their hands freezing mid-motion over documents. The man who stepped inside did not wait to be announced. He walked in like the room belonged to him, like the polished mahogany desk and leather chairs were extensions of his own domain."We need to talk," Mr. Woods said, his voice clipped and commanding.The AG folded his hands deliberately over the case file spread before him, his movements unhurried. "I assumed as much when you barged into my office without an appointment, Mr. Woods. Please, sit—""I'll stand," Woods snapped, his voice sharp enough to slice through the air and leave marks. "I'm here for one reason, and one reason only. You will order the immediate release of the two individuals arrested last night in connection with the Martins Cooper murder case."The AG's expression didn't change. No