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“My dad was working day and night on this case, he was collecting evidences, my mom was not happy with him, he was not able to give time to his home, and was continuously getting death threats, so that day he was saying to her, just wait for a few days, soon the suspect will be caught I have almost collected all needed evidence.” “He, also said to her, that these diaries are very important, they have clues to the evidences, we have kept them hidden so that the person cannot reach them, you have to be very careful in keeping them safe. Those last words my dad spoke, I remembered them at his funeral and took them from my mom, and spend time studying and understanding them but he had written co

I felt like a victim of kidnapping. Would my fate be the same as the children whose names were written on those files? My thoughts were full of worry and confusion. I thought of how those children cried in fear and pain as their organs were taken from their bodies. How could this case not be solved by the police since 2019? How come the rumours of illegal business spread by the media have not been proved true? How come we as journalists missed so many things? This has truly been the most difficult case of my journalistic career.

Elara and Kael both looked at her. "Not as disappearances. As pack reports that came through the regional network and were filed as unresolved." Nyx was already on her laptop, pulling files. "I didn't connect them because they came through different regional channels six weeks apart and the filing categories were different. One was listed under missing persons. One was listed under unexplained supernatural event." She pulled up both files and turned the screen. "Look at the children." Elara looked.

Roselyn POV “Start from the beginning.” My voice was calm. Too calm. The study room was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. Bryan Hook stood by the desk, arms crossed, files spread in front of him. Dominic stood beside me. Close enough that I could feel his presence— Steady. Dangerous. “We have three fronts,” Bryan said. “Old case. New evidence. Poisoning attempt.” I nodded. “Break them down.” Bryan slid a file forward. “The ten-year-old case—officially ruled accidental death. Later flagged internally as ‘inconclusive.’”

Nothing remarkable. Then Harrison pulled open the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet. "Sebastian." His tone immediately drew everyone over. Inside the drawer sat dozens of investigation folders. Each carefully labeled. Missing Husband. Insurance Fraud. Cold Case. Corporate Theft. Routine work. Then, tucked all the way at the back... One plain manila folder. No client name. No case number. Only two handwritten words. Mercer Family The room became perfectly still. Sebastian reached for it. His hands trembled.

I did not sleep well. I opened the attachment on Thursday. I know I said I would wait. I didn't. IT had cleared it for malware and the file sat in my secure inbox for two days before the waiting became something I could not manage. It was a scanned document. Twelve pages. A court record from fifteen years ago. The case was in a different city. Alex's full name on the filing. The charge was fraud.

William took an old file case on his table, the case was too old and covered with thick dust. He put all the documents out and scattered it so that Angelic could help her find the document they are looking for. They started to scan every detail written on the dusty papers. “LITTLE GIRL FOUND TORTURED TO DEATH AT MCLEOD’S MEDICAL INSTITUTE, September 5, 2005.” William was shocked after reading the headline from the dirty newspaper. Now, he remembered the case he handled 10 years ago. And that was the case that would connect questions in their minds.

Instead, he sat in the chair. Feeling offended, Allen retreated his hand and sat in the chair. Unlocking his drawer, he clutched a grey folder and placed it before Azazel. “Everything you have asked for is in that file, Mr. Black,” Allen interlinked his fingers, placing them on the table, ready for any conversation Azazel would throw his way. Azazel took the file into his hands and opened the manilla folder. “It was a mysterious case my father handled back in the day,” Allen proudly stated. This time, Azazel lifted his brow.

"We're looking at something that has roots." "I know," I said. "Which is why I want to tell you something about myself," he said. "And about how I came to be in this room." I looked at him. "I was promoted eight months ago," he said. "Part of the promotion involved inheriting a caseload from a colleague who retired. Cold cases, older unsolved files, things that had been sitting in the system without active investigation." He paused. "One of those files was connected to a name I've now seen repeatedly in the past six hours."

I knew I shouldn’t, but no one was around, and it was technically my business, considering my name was on it. I reached forward, picking it up and opening it. At first, it was just information about me and my academy scores: my background checks and family history. The next page was a list of cases I had still unsolved. It heavily outweighed the cases I had solved, but the page would be almost empty if I solved this case. I flipped over to the next page, my jaw clenched as I read what it said.