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But I couldn't, I felt like I was going to die or someone was coming back. I don't even know these people's names, except from the Fed guy, the rest I have no idea who they are. Eventually, exhaustion took its toll, and I drifted into an uneasy sleep. Maybe, when I wake up everything is going to go back to normal. I just couldn't stop thinking of the hand I saw in the room. The groans. The Men. And now Mike. He's going to find me and kill me. That's if this man let me go.

"If you're not doing anything, don't waste time here. There are plenty of people in the world you can help. Don't waste it on me." I placed my hand over the lens. The screen went black. … [In the Next Life — Oct. 11, 2023, 9:32 AM — I Don't Need Anyone's Pity] "You're Hailey Cooper, Ben Cooper's sister, right?" I was sweeping the back kitchen of a café. I frowned when I heard the voice. "You again?" His voice came from behind the camera. "People online are saying you betrayed your family, but they don't know you have cancer. I want to film a documentary series about you. Is that okay?"

We tore down another flight, the third—when the sharp bark of a gunshot ripped through the air. It hit the concrete wall with a deafening clang, shards of plaster spraying like white dust in the air. The sound rang in my skull like a bomb blast. We didn’t stop. My lungs burned, my legs screamed, but I kept going, my mind stripped down to one thought: don’t fall behind. Else I was dead in the hands of a Mafia. We burst through another door... and the cold air slapped my face. It was the Goddamn rooftop. He was already moving, his eyes sweeping every corner, reading the space like a chessboard. Then his gaze locked on mine.

“We’ll double-check, but my contacts in the department tell me it’s an open-and-shut case.” Bruno sits on the edge of his desk, with Mia in the chair beside mine. She’s freshly showered and changed now that we’re back at the compound. Her skin is pink from all the scrubbing. I wanted more than anything to be there with her, to hold her and wash her and tell her it’ll be okay. He continues. “The story is, it’s a crush gone wrong. He became obsessed when Mia rejected him—and he planned to blackmail her into dating him by using her Morelli ties against her, hence sending her all that shit earlier.”

He mused, before carefully pulling me back to my feet. Still dazed, I stare at him for some seconds. It takes sometime before the noise from the background all comes back, and I'm blinking. Trying to find some words with my blank brain. When I finally do, and open my mouth to speak, a gunshot echoes through the air. Startling every single person present in the hall, including me. As a result, I unintentionally jump into Hayden's arms, seeking security. Chaos breaks loose, and people start running for their dear lives. The gunshot continuous spontaneously, and due to the rowdy crowd I loose contact with Mira.

Nora hesitated. Her mind was muddled, her thoughts sluggish. It took her a few seconds to think of what to say, and it was a rejection she thought was polite enough. "I don't want to trouble you, Director Mason." Mason chuckled. "Oh no, not at all. It's my pleasure that a beauty like you would allow me to lead you to your room." The hair on her neck rose at the overly-familiar tone, and she seemed to regain even more clarity as she shook her head again, but with more force. "No—"

Trent drew a line down the middle of a blank piece of paper. “First, tell me how any of this is your concern?” Mel said, handing him and Harry a cup of coffee. “First, it’s my business, because whoever did this got me involved, and I don’t take kindly to being used.” “Good point,” Harry said, lifting his cup and taking a drink. “Fine, okay,” she said and took a seat at the table. “So, as I was saying, we’ve got two possibilities, good intentions, and bad intentions,” Trent said once more, writing on the piece of paper as he spoke. “Good intentions covers someone who did this because they thought you were cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs…”

--- The next morning, the silence shattered. Engines roared outside, rough and urgent. I rushed to the window just in time to see the vehicles, black and armored, pulling away, loaded with men in tactical gear, guns, ammo, purpose. I saw Magnus and his men also, he must have agreed to take down Bruno alongside Gerrard. Then they were gone, and the silence returned. No voices, no messages, no body, just the birds. Morning and night bled together until I couldn’t tell one from the other. My mind spun in circles, what if Gerrard got hurt? What if Bruno escaped? What if my father was already dead?