Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Secret Moonbird, Hellblades Series Part 2 of 3: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Emre’s POVEren’s eyes narrowed towards me. “What now.”“Mr Mehmet spoke to me earlier,” I said. “Before all of this happened. He said he needs help with proof against Bengü. He wants to expose her completely so Manolya will not carry any blame and shift public opinion. He wants to help us protect her, but he cannot move without evidence.”Eren let out a slow breath. “Evidence.”“Yes,” I said. “He told me to try to remember every moment that did not feel right.”Something shifted in Eren’s face. His eyes flickered to the boys, then back to me.“Oh great, everything about her was off anyway. So he wants you to dig into her past?,” he said. “To look at what we might have ignored or missed?”“Yes,” I said. “Why. Do you know something.”For the first time, Eren hesitated. His fingers tightened on the blanket. He looked like he was debating whether to say it out loud.“There is something from Pamukkale,” he said finally. “Something Adlee remembered.”I felt the air leave my lungs. “Tell me

Kenan’s POVThe heavy stench of blood clung to the air as Aylin and I stepped deeper into the dimly lit chamber. The flicker of our lamps cast jagged shadows along the ancient stone walls, making the underground city feel alive in the worst way.The silence pressed in from all sides, punctuated only by the distant drip of water and the crunch of gravel beneath our boots.It should have felt like any other crime scene.It did not.Aylin walked ahead of me, stiff, her shoulders tight with tension. She had barely spoken to me since morning, and each second of her silence gnawed at me.Finally, I snapped. “Aylin, are we doing this or not? Are you playing difficult now? You know me. How am I supposed to work with you when you won’t even look at me?”She spun around so fast the beam of her flashlight jerked. “Me? What about you? I don’t make bodies disappear, Kenan. And this place gives me the creeps.”Her voice echoed off the walls. “Nothing makes sense. We found her on top of the victim w

Manolya’s POVThey took me to another room.The corridor felt so long and bright. The fluorescent lights hummed above my head, turning everything into a harsh white blur. My wrists already hurt from the cuffs, the metal biting into my skin every time the officer tugged me forward.When the heavy door finally opened, a wave of colder air hit me.The interrogation room was smaller than I imagined.Four walls, all the same dull grey, a table in the middle bolted to the floor, three chairs, a camera in the corner with a red light glowing.The kind of room you only see in crime shows, except this time I was not watching from a sofa at home.I was the one chained to the table.They sat me down without a word.The metal chair scraped loudly against the tiles.Then came the sound I was starting to hate more than anything. The rattle of chains.They attached the cuffs to the ring on the table and shackled my ankles to something at the base of the chair.I tested it instinctively, tugging my ha

Mr Mehmet’s POVThe chief’s office was dim, the blinds half-closed and cutting the late afternoon light into thin grey stripes across the floor.Dust floated lazily through the air each time the radiator clicked on. The whole room smelled faintly of old coffee, paper, and the weight of unsolved cases.Chief Serdar Kılıç sat behind his massive oak desk, shoulders rigid, eyes sharpened by exhaustion and something much older.I closed the door behind me and stepped inside.Chief Serdar did not bother with pleasantries.“What happened, Mr. Mehmet?” Serdar said as he looked up from the stack of papers in front of him. His voice was clipped, but there was a tremor under it, the kind that comes from too much stress and too little sleep.I walked toward the desk, keeping my voice low. “I just came from speaking with Emre,” I said. “And things are escalating faster than expected.”Serdar’s brows drew together. “Escalating how?”“Manolya confessed,” I said. I watched his reaction, the tightenin

Emre’s POVThe sterile hospital smell still clung to my clothes. Disinfectant, old people and stale coffee. It followed me all the way down the corridor, into the parking lot, and then vanished as I stepped inside my black Mercedes like where a scented figure of a strawberry hanged.It was Manolya’s favourite.I started the engine and let it idle. The dashboard glowed soft and clean, a small luxury that felt obscene after watching my daughter in chains.Eren got in beside me without a word.The door shut.The silence inside the car was heavier than the door itself.I drove us out of Akyaka city with both hands on the wheel.Streetlights and palmtrees slid past us in blurry stripes.Pamukkale.The white cotton mountain.The cave.The place reminded me so much about all the things I tried to forget because forgetting was easier than facing what I had allowed into our lives.Eren stared out the window at the passing buildings.His profile looked carved from stone. The bruising on his fac