Lahat ng Kabanata ng Lessons For The Hockey Captain : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Noah pov: Ramirez called the next morning before either of us had finished our coffee, his voice carrying an exhaustion that told me whatever he'd uncovered overnight hadn't been good news. "We found the leak," he said without preamble. "Carter, I need you to sit down for this." "I'm sitting," I said, though the tightness in his voice made my stomach twist regardless. "It's someone in my own department," he said. "A junior analyst who's been passing information to an outside contact in exchange for money. We arrested him an hour ago, but Carter, the damage is already done. Vance has known about Hendricks's statement for at least four days." "Four days," I repeated, dreading the building steadily. "Detective, that's more than enough time for him to prepare, to cover his tracks, to figure out exactly how to manage the situation before it becomes public." "I know," Ramirez said grimly. "Which is exactly why I think we need to move differently than we have with everyone else in this

Noah Pov:The moment tactical officers burst through the restaurant's entrances, chaos erupted around me…diners screaming, chairs scraping violently against the floor, and Vance's calm composure shattering instantly into something feral and desperate."You brought them," he snarled, shoving back from the table so violently his chair toppled behind him. "You actually wired yourself, you naive…"He didn't finish the sentence. One of his security men near the kitchen doors drew a weapon, and the room dissolved into pure pandemonium, officers shouting commands, civilians diving for cover beneath tables, the acrid smell of adrenaline and fear filling the air around me in a way I had never felt in my life before. I hated to think we had come to this point but here we were, living in the nightmare I hoped we wouldn’t."Down! Everyone down!" an officer shouted, and I dropped instinctively, my body flattening against the floor as gunfire erupted somewhere near the entrance, sharp and deafenin

Noah Pov:Ivy's hand trembled as she turned the phone toward me, and I read the message twice, disbelief and fresh wariness crashing through the exhaustion already weighing heavy on both of us."Who sent this?" I asked, leaning closer to examine the sender's address, unfamiliar and carefully anonymous in the same way so many previous threats had been throughout this entire ordeal."I don't recognize it," Ivy said, her voice shaking. "Noah, after everything Vance's note just revealed, after everything we're only now learning about my parents, how do we know if this is genuine or just another manipulation?"Ramirez, who'd been quietly observing from across the room, stepped closer, concerned deepening the already exhausted lines carved into his face. "Show me," he said, and Ivy passed him the phone, watching as he read the message carefully."This could be legitimate," he said slowly. "Or it could be someone connected to Vance, trying to exploit this fresh vulnerability before we've ha

Noah Pov:The sudden darkness on the monitor sent ice crashing through my veins, my hand gripping the edge of the surveillance van's console so tightly my knuckles ached."What happened?" I demanded, watching Ramirez's team scramble around me, their urgent movements amplifying my panic rather than easing it."We lost the feed," one of the officers reported, frantically adjusting equipment. "Something's interfering with the signal, same as what happened with Daniel.""Move in," I said, already reaching for the van's door. "Right now.""Carter, wait…" Ramirez started, but I was already outside, sprinting up the rocky path toward the lighthouse despite his shouted objections behind me. Every instinct screamed that Ivy was in danger, and no amount of tactical caution could override the desperate need to reach her.I burst through the lighthouse door moments later, officers close behind me, my eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness within. "Ivy!" I shouted, my voice echoing against sto

Noah Pov:"We need that footage," I said urgently, watching Ramirez struggle with the ancient lock mechanism on the storage unit door. "Coach, whatever's in there, we need it now, before they do something to Rebecca.""I'm trying," Ramirez said, his hands fumbling slightly with the unfamiliar key. Agent Reyes crouched beside him, offering a small flashlight to illuminate the corroded lock.Ivy stood beside me, her phone still clutched tightly, the threatening message glowing in the darkness. "Noah, what if we're too late? What if this decision costs Rebecca her life?""We're not too late," I said, though uncertainty gnawed at my own resolve. "Ivy, we're doing everything we can."Finally, with a grinding creak, the lock gave way, and Ramirez pulled the door open, revealing a small unit packed with dusty boxes and file folders, evidence of his father's decades-long career meticulously preserved despite years of neglect."This will take time to sort through properly," Ramirez said, alr