Lahat ng Kabanata ng SIR: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

The apartment still smells like strangers when the last uniformed officer finally leaves. Dust from overturned cushions hangs in the air, mixing with the faint chemical scent of fingerprint powder. Vincent stands in the doorway of the master bedroom, arms crossed, watching the two detectives pack up their kits.“This place has been turned upside down,” the officer says mildly, flipping open a notepad. “But you’re saying nothing is missing?”“Yes,” I say for the third time. “Nothing.”“Nothing missing,” the older one says again, like repetition will make it true. “Drawers rifled through, closets searched, but no valuables taken. Even the jewellery box was intact. No forced entry beyond the front door. Alarm was disabled cleanly, which means someone knew the code or had a bypass. We’ll run the serials on the disabled panel, but these days that’s usually a cloned fob. Happens more often than you’d think.”Vincent nods once. “And the vandalism? The slashed cushions, the broken frames?”“C

I grip the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turn white as I speed through the city streets, David in the passenger seat beside me. "Turn left at the next light," he says quietly, glancing at his phone's GPS. "It'll shave off a few minutes." I nod without speaking and make the turn, the hospital coming into view ahead. My mind races with possibilities, each one worse than the last. I brushed Lucy's fever the other night off as a bug, but the fact that the doctor wanted to speak about it in person... it changes everything. I park in the first spot I see, not caring if it's legal, and we're out of the car before the engine fully stops. David keeps pace with me as we hurry through the sliding doors into the bright, sterile lobby. The smell of antiseptic hits me immediately, bringing back memories I try to push down. Memories of another hospital visit, another child, another loss that still haunts me every day. “Slow down,” he says quietly when I take the corner too fast. “We’re no

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The fluorescent lights hum above me as I crouch behind the row of parked ambulances, watching the side entrance of the lab like it might blink first. “Camera feed looped,” Nico murmurs through my earpiece. “You’ve got exactly eleven minutes before the system runs a checksum and realizes something’s off. Twelve if you move fast.” “Eleven is plenty,” I whisper, adjusting the hood over my hair. “Still can’t believe you dragged me into this,” he adds. “Again.”I'd called Nico on my way to the hospital. I'd felt bad about waking him up by this hour, but I needed someone tech savvy to help me break in and Nico is the best hacker I've ever known. And he loves me. I smirk despite the tightness in my chest. “You love being useful.” “I love not being in jail.” “With your pretty face, I'm sure you'd fit right in,” I joke, then add softly, “I owe you.” “I’ll add it to the tab.” A pause. "Code's 7842. Camera loop starts in thirty seconds. You have four minutes before the system resets. Go."

His mouth crashes back onto mine the second the realization hits us both, and this time there is no hesitation, no careful testing of boundaries. David kisses me like a man who has spent five years starving and finally found the only meal that ever mattered. His tongue slides against mine, demanding, claiming, and I meet him with equal hunger because the truth is I have been starving too. I fist my hands in his shirt and yank hard enough to hear buttons pop. He growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating through my chest, and shoves me backward until my spine hits the motel wall with a dull thud. The cheap plaster gives slightly under the force. Neither of us cares. His hands are everywhere at once – sliding up my ribs, cupping my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress, thumbs brushing over my nipples that are already painfully tight. I arch into the touch, gasping against his lips when he pinches just hard enough to make my knees buckle. “Fuck, Nora,” he mutters in a roug