บททั้งหมดของ RED LABEL: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

The words hung between them, freighted with meaning she couldn't quite parse. He wasn't deflecting, she realized. He was trying to tell her something. She just didn't know what."Some thing are better left unsaid?" she ruminated. That did it.Evelyn's composure finally cracked, the carefully constructed dam of her control shattering like glass. The exhaustion, the fear, the weeks of half-truths and silent disappearances—it all came rushing out at once, a flood she couldn't hold back."You don't get to decide that for me!"Her voice echoed through the security room, bouncing off the cold walls, filling every corner. On the monitors, the megacity of New Avalon continued its indifferent hum.Nobody remained still.She stepped toward him, her anger now wholly visible, a fire in her eyes and a tremor in her hands. "You've been doing this since you walked into my life. You answer questions with half-answers. You disappear whenever you feel like it. You refuse to tell me where you came fr

Evelyn drew herself back into the composure she had been fighting to maintain, smoothing the front of her jacket and refusing to acknowledge the faint warmth still lingering in her face.She looked at Nobody again, but this time her gaze didn't carry quite the same fury.There was irritation, certainly, and a great deal of suspicion, but beneath both was something she seemed unwilling to examine too closely—something that felt uncomfortably close to relief."Now," she said at last, her voice steadier than she felt. "Don't ever, in your life, dream of pulling that stunt again."Nobody glanced at her, one eyebrow lifting slightly. "I didn't realize I pulled a stunt. And what stunt might that be?""Don't play coy with me, Nobody!" she blurted out. "You just tricked me and made me fall on you, you sly, slippery smartass."Nobody raised a hand like a schoolboy gesturing for permission to speak. Then said, "Actually, you tripped on your own. You were falling. I tried to save you from fallin

Nobody's expression remained calm, but his mind had already moved elsewhere. The false guard was dead. The badge had gone silent. And whatever trail had once connected the infiltration to its source had been deliberately erased.That left him with very few options. One of them, however, had been sitting under hospital custody for nearly a month. The three professionals who had tried to kidnap Evelyn Carter at the front gate lobby.They had survived the encounter, but barely. And only because Nobody had chosen mercy over massacre when he'd dismantled them. Broken bones, serious internal injuries, and enough surgical complications had kept them confined under armed hospital custody ever since. They had been questioned by the authorities, but apparently nothing useful had come from the interrogation.Nobody found that interesting. People who had nothing to say usually had nothing to fear.These three had survived an operation that should have ended differently, and whoever had sent t

"Oh, my God! Rosie!" Jenifer sobbed into the girl's neck."Mommy!""I thought I'd lost you—I thought—""No, Mommy. I'm here. I told you."Jenifer buried her face in the child’s hair, drinking in the scent of cheap hospital soap, juice boxes, and familiar warm skin. She wept publicly, shamelessly. It wasn't the restrained, quiet weeping of polite society; it was a guttural, terrifying release—a purge of the dark, violent places her mind had dragged her through over the last few days. The terror finally had somewhere to go, washing out of her in ragged, body-wracking heaves.Rosie wrapped both small arms securely around her mother's neck, digging her fingers into the back of Jenifer's coat. "I told you I'd come back," she whispered into her ear.Jenifer pulled away just an inch, her hands shaking uncontrollably as she framed Rosie’s cheeks, cupping her face as if the child might dissolve into smoke if she broke contact."You did," Jenifer rasped, pressing a fierce, desperate kiss onto t

He would have to clean up. Shave. Change. And disguise himself into the identity of the Deal Broker.But none of that would happen at St. Jude's. Nobody knew better than to transform himself anywhere near his destination.He walked through the corridor without hurrying, his hands buried loosely inside the pockets of his worn jacket. To anyone watching, he was still the same homeless man who had wandered into Redstone's secure floors and somehow walked out whenever he pleased.That was exactly how he wanted to look. Nobody had spent three years making himself forgettable. He wasn't about to throw away three years of discipline because he needed a suit.He left through a service exit several floors below the executive level and stepped into the afternoon traffic of New Avalon.The megacity swallowed him almost immediately. Nobody walked. He walked past office workers."Hey, Trashy! Still walking the street like you own the megacity. Oh, I forgot: you are the Trashlot of New Avalon," one