บททั้งหมดของ Killed And Reborn, I Found True Love : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

The window didn't just break. It exploded.Glass came in like a wave — sharp and fast, silent for one impossible second before the noise followed. Nyla was already moving. She grabbed Elena's arm and pulled, hard, before her brain had finished deciding what to do."Down!"They hit the floor together. A second shot punched through the wall above them. The table beside Elena erupted. Hot coffee sprayed across the tiles."Kitchen," Elena gasped. "Go."Nyla didn't wait. She kept her head low and moved — pulling Elena with her — past overturned chairs, past the screaming of other customers scrambling in every direction. A waiter was pressed flat against the back wall. He caught her eye for half a second and pointed. Back door.They crawled the last ten feet.The kitchen was loud with panic. Pots rattling. A woman crying somewhere she couldn't see. Someone had already shoved the fire exit open, and cold air came rushing in like it had been waiting. Nyla pushed Elena through first.The alley

Tobias's message was still open on Cameron's phone when they finally left the hospital just after two in the morning.The ride back was quiet. Nyla sat in the passenger seat with Elena's key held loose in one hand, watching the city thin out around them. She was tired in a way that had gone past feeling tired. Everything seemed slightly slower than it should be."Tell me about Victor Harmon," she said.Cameron didn't answer immediately. That in itself told her something."Where did you hear that name?" he said."You saw the message. Tobias said the shooter's employer has significantly more resources than Robert.""Tobias didn't name anyone yet.""No. But your face did." She turned to look at him. "So tell me."He told her what he knew, which wasn't everything, but it was enough.Victor Harmon. Sixty-one years old. Founder of Harmon Capital Group — investments, real estate, a handful of technology firms. Publicly, he was the kind of man who got quoted in financial newspapers and gave s

Tobias found her before noon.A motel forty minutes outside the city. The kind of place that didn't ask questions at check-in and accepted cash without comment. Room fourteen. Ground floor. Curtains closed.Nyla and Cameron made the drive without much conversation. She watched the city give way to highway and then to something quieter — flat land, empty lots, a petrol station that looked like it hadn't changed in thirty years.She kept thinking about the cat.That was the detail she couldn't shake. Diane had packed in a hurry and left her cat behind. That told Nyla something important — either Diane had panicked so badly that she forgot, or she had left so fast she didn't have time to think. Neither option made her feel better.Tobias was already parked outside when they arrived. He gave them a short nod."She's inside. Door's unlocked. She knows we're coming." He paused. "She's been crying since I knocked."Nyla went in first.The room was small and dim. A bed, a chair, a television

Cameron had not argued about it — not exactly. He had gone quiet in the particular way that meant he had things to say and was choosing, very deliberately, not to say them. She had picked up her bag, told him she would be back within two hours, and walked out before the silence could turn into a conversation she wasn't ready to have..She needed to do this one by herself.Some things were like that.First National Bank on Meridian was a tall, glass-fronted building in the older part of the financial district. The kind of place that still had marble floors and wooden counters and tellers who didn't rush you. Elena had chosen well. A bank like this asked few questions and kept its records for a very long time.Nyla approached the front desk and asked for the safety deposit manager. She kept her voice even and her hands still. She was aware of how she looked — no sleep, borrowed composure, a silver key in her jacket pocket that she had touched approximately forty times in the past hour t

The argument started over breakfast.Not a loud argument. Not the kind with raised voices and slammed doors. Those were easier, in a way — they moved fast and burned out fast and left clear air behind them. This one was quieter. The kind that sits across a table from you and holds its ground.Cameron had made coffee. He'd set a plate of toast beside it. Small, careful gestures that Nyla had noticed him making over the past weeks — the way he thought ahead for other people without announcing it. She had noticed it from the beginning. She had been trying not to let it matter and failing.She told him she was leaving in an hour.He put his mug down."I want to come with you," he said."We already talked about this.""We talked about you going alone. I didn't agree to it."She looked at him. "You said fine.""I said I didn't like it." He kept his voice level. "That's not the same thing as agreement."She set down her own mug and turned to face him properly. She had learned, with Cameron,