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Which was given, seeing as the one we had just visited looked barely lived in. Sitting down idly in the passenger’s seat did nothing to answer the multiple questions in my mind. I got out my phone. I did a basic internet search on Stephanie Sylvester. The search results were useless. There were too many Stephanies, and none of them seemed to be the one I was looking for. I tried adding filters – location, recent activity, assumed age – but there was still too much to sift through.

I explain where the search has come to a stop, if we don’t get our hands on that book, I have no idea where to even continue. “I will put in a request for this book, if there is indeed another copy it will be found. We also need to finally conclude the search of who you are, that will only aid us in understanding why it is you who needs to stop this man.” Axel says walking over to pick up his phone from the ground, but once he finds it is indeed smashed to pieces, he throws it onto the ground once again.

Lord Vander answered. It's terrible, it seems that what we are looking for is difficult. He only said his name and he had no identity. Whether it is an object, an animal, or a person. Aqua Siren, sounds like an instrument but it's hard to assume because maybe it's a conch or maybe it's a bibe. "We will do our best to find the Aqua Siren, Lord Vander," Cayden said and suddenly he stood up so we all stood up as well. "We will not waste time. We need to search now." Cayden said and said goodbye to Lord Vander and Lady Astrid.

"Shut the fuck up, Mr Conners. No one wants to hear it." Klempner watches, dispassionate, his gaze passing between father and daughter. "She got a name?" "Jennifer, I believe." "And where did you find her?" "Conners' car's parked just outside the complex. Probably the mother followed me." "Then she's still around. Go find her. Take..." "Already done. I sent Patterson to go watch the car. I'll take Muller now to help me search." "Good work, Bech. One of your better days.

In my mind? Is this day going to get any worse?. However I decide not to freak out, to at least see where all this is going to. Because I really need answers. Desperately. "Okay, so who are you? And why are you in my head?. Wait...better question. How on Earth are u in my head?" "We share a bond Azura. I can communicate with you through that bond". The sweet voice said again. Is that really necessary? That happens in real life?

“Say that again.” Sophia set down the pen she’d been holding when I came in and folded her hands on her desk. Her office was very still. The heater hummed. “A finder. A rare secondary ability. Someone who can locate Memory Wolves by their psychic signature. The same way you might track a scent, but for cognitive abilities.” “Destan has one.”

I G****e him in the parking lot. I sit in my car with the heat running and my phone in both hands and I type his name into the search bar like a woman who needs to understand what she just walked into. Dominic Sinclair. The results come back in under a second. Pages of them.

He’s looking for a way to find me, to pin me down before I can strike. I pause, a slow, predatory smile spreading across my face. I have my bait. I begin to craft a high-end, minimalist advertisement. I use a deep-web domain I’ve kept in reserve, styling the interface with the clinical, cold elegance of a boutique intelligence firm. I name it Aegis-Locate. The tagline is simple, written in a font that suggests absolute authority: "We find anyone, anywhere. Even the dead."

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