Novel & Cerita Walten Files Mortality

Financial transactions. Medical records. Corporate transfers. Birth certificates. Death certificates. Elena stared at the information. Her journalist instincts immediately took over. “These aren't genetic records.” Adrian looked at her. “What?” “These are identities.” She moved closer to the screen. “Look.” A name appeared. MARCUS VALE — DECEASED. Then another. JONATHAN REED — DECEASED. Another. THOMAS CROSS — DECEASED. Elena stopped.

“I need to see that folder.” Ethan reached out instinctively, his palm on my arm. “You’ve seen enough. This could put a target on your back.” I shrugged him off. “I already have a target. I need to know what she died for.” Marcus printed out the contents of Folder 8C. Twenty-seven names. Some marked with red slashes. “Those are the ones who didn’t make it,” he said softly. I stared at the paper. Most names were children. The youngest was six.

Regina asked, her eyebrows furrowed. Janus shook his head. "It seems there was trouble with the Walden family after Irish was given to Ramona. It only says here that Ramona's husband, Ian Franklin, died two weeks after Irish was given to Ramona." "Are the two related?" Trevor murmured. "We won't know until we ask the person themselves," Trevor said. "But is this the only photo you found of them?" "Yes, this is the only one," Janus said. "It seems to be documented as a requirement for their relocation and name change application. This file is stored at the end of the civil registration file, which is destroyed and updated every 30 years by the system."

It wasn't a liquidation order, and it wasn't a compliance brief from Sophia Lang. It was an automated death certificate, finalized by the London metropolitan forensic desk ten minutes prior. The name on the digital registry was *Victor Hawthorne*, and the cause of death was listed as an acute, untraceable toxin detected during his morning transport from the Carlton Club. Before Elias could process the sudden, violent decapitation of his dynasty, a secondary window popped open on the screen, revealing a pre-recorded video file. The image rendered smoothly, showing Rafe Morale Blackwood sitting inside the darkened interior of an unmarked sedan, a sleek silver briefcase resting on his knees.

Wesley grabbed her by the wedding gown and bellowed, "It is! That's John! For the development of national air defense, he was willing to stay in the North Westonia desert for four years. Even when his burn wounds became infected, he never left his post!" He continued yelling at her, "Where is he! Bring him to me immediately!" The guests were in disbelief to see such a turn of events. Some even secretly live-streamed the entire incident. Nora swept a glance at the window where I was, terrified and panicked. She shuddered and said tremblingly, "M-Mayor W-Walton, there must be a misunderstanding! Today's my wedding day! You have always been looking out for Henry. Can we talk in private?"

“He was security head of Joe Walton. After the death of Joe Walton, he joined Alan Lee as an assistant.” Jack took a pause and Alex already started rummage through the case file and details of the victims. “What about officer Vincent? How is he connected to Mr. Walton in past?” Alex raised his eyebrows. Jack released a sigh. “Officer Vincent was in charge of Mr. Walton’s murder case.” The case file Alex was looking at almost dropped from his hand. “What? Mr. Walton has been murdered? I never knew about it.” “Yes, ten years ago Mr. Walton was same brutally murdered, but the case hasn’t progressed till three years after that it was closed because nobody was there in his family to follow up in

A code. Helena frowned. “That’s odd.” “What?” “This clearance ID shouldn’t exist anymore.” She pulled up archived corporate authority registries, cross-referencing automatically. The system searched. Matched. Then displayed the result. Damian felt something cold move through his chest. The authorization belonged to: EXECUTIVE CLEARANCE — ALAN ROTHWELL Status: Inactive — Deceased (6 Years Prior) Silence filled the lab. Helena turned slowly toward him. “Your system shows this executive died before the fire.”

"Sebastian! Come here!" Hearing Caitlin’s voice, Sebastian rushed over. "What’s going on, Caitlin?" "Look!" Caitlin pointed to the wall, "I accidentally discovered this!" Sebastian looked at the photos and read aloud, "Eleanor, Walter, Kelly..." The names included not only Caitlin’s grandparents and mother, but also the deceased mortician, embalmer, Una, and others. They were all on the list. The deceased were marked with a red cross and the time of death was recorded.

Cohen should have known it if he wasn’t so busy chasing after rogues. Could it be Dalton’s brother Winston? He died five years ago when the Werewolf’s Council dismantled a brothel owned by a vampire. Cohen didn’t inspect the case before it turned into the classified case file. But how was Mira connected to the case? There was no mention of any evidence that connected her to the case. Why was every case related to her classified? Everything made Cohen wondered.

She walked with me looking all perplexed. "Dead wolves don't have a file, do they?" I asked her, it was just a hint but I knew she wouldn't get what I meant. "No, that's because that particular wolf's file is burned on the day he or she dies. As people think it's no more important to keep it but wait...how is it connected to your case? Why did you say that?" She looked at me with a raised brow. "When the time will come, I will make sure you know why I said this." I winked at her before walking near the kitchen where Eva was. The little one probably heard my voice and knew I was coming because she came running halfway to me.