Harry drove to the city jail where Victor Kane was being held awaiting trial. Detective Martinez had approved the visit, though she'd warned Harry that Victor probably wouldn't be cooperative."He's already lawyered up," Martinez had said. "But if you can get him talking, it might help the case against Frank."Now Harry sat in a stark interrogation room, waiting. The walls were painted an institutional beige, and a single camera recorded everything from the corner. After ten minutes, a guard brought Victor Kane in, his hands cuffed in front of him.Victor looked rough—unshaven, with dark circles under his eyes and prison orange replacing his usual expensive clothes. He smirked when he saw Harry, a cruel expression that made Harry's danger sense hum warningly."Well, well," Victor said, sitting down across from Harry. "The golden boy himself. Come to gloat?""I came to ask you some questions," Harry replied calmly."Did you now?" Victor leaned back in his chair. "And what makes you thi

Harry sat in his car outside the police station, his hands gripping the steering wheel in frustration. He'd spent hours going over everything in his mind—Frank's slip about Samuel, the phone records connecting Frank to Victor, the timing of everything. It all pointed to Frank being the mastermind behind the kidnappings.But pointing to something wasn't proof. And without proof, Frank would walk away free."There's nothing concrete," Harry muttered to himself. "Nothing a prosecutor could use in court."The phone records showed Frank and Victor had talked, but not what they'd discussed. Frank's knowledge about Samuel could be explained away as assumption or gossip heard from other employees. Even Victor's hints about an inside man didn't definitively name Frank."I can't prove anything," Harry realized with bitter frustration. "Frank planned this too carefully."He drove home to Alfred's house, exhaustion weighing on him. When he walked through the door, Alfred looked up from his readin

Three weeks passed with excruciating slowness. Harry threw himself into the AI platform project, working alongside Frank every day while watching for any sign of guilt or suspicious behavior. But Frank never slipped. He remained cheerful, productive, and seemingly innocent."The integration is complete," Frank announced during a team meeting, pulling up the final test results on the screen. "All systems are running smoothly. We're ready for the launch presentation."Harry reviewed the data carefully, looking for any sabotage or hidden problems. But everything was perfect. Frank had done excellent work—better than Harry had expected."This is impressive," Michael Chen admitted, studying the performance metrics. "The neural network is processing requests forty percent faster than our initial projections.""We make a good team," Frank said, grinning at Harry. "Right, brother?""Half-brother," Harry corrected automatically, not returning the smile."Still counts," Frank replied, unbothere

Harry quickly moved away from the door, hiding behind a nearby pillar as Frank emerged from the conference room. Frank looked around nervously, then hurried toward the elevators.Samuel waited a moment, then exited the conference room going the opposite direction—toward the stairwell that led to the parking garage.Harry had a choice to make. Follow Frank or follow Samuel?Samuel was wanted by the police. If Harry could track him to wherever he was hiding, they could arrest him before he fled the city.Harry made his decision. He followed Samuel, keeping a safe distance while pulling out his phone to call Detective Martinez."Martinez," she answered."Detective, it's Harry Solomon," he said quietly, watching Samuel descend the stairs ahead of him. "I found Samuel Walsh. He's at TechNova right now, and I'm following him.""What?" Martinez's voice sharpened. "Harry, do not engage with him. Samuel is dangerous—""I'm not engaging," Harry interrupted. "I'm just following. He's heading tow

Alice took another deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she continued her statement. Detective Martinez waited patiently, her pen poised over her notepad."After they hit me, I was barely conscious," Alice said, her voice steadier now. "But I could hear them talking. They were arguing about what to do with me. One voice kept saying they needed to move me quickly before anyone found me. The other voice—Frank's voice—said they should just leave me there.""And you're certain it was Frank Solomon's voice?" Martinez asked carefully."Positive," Alice confirmed. "I've heard Frank talk dozens of times at TechNova. It was definitely him."Harry felt his jaw clench. Hearing Alice confirm what he'd suspected made his blood boil."What else did you hear?" Martinez prompted."They were talking about Mr. Chen," Alice continued. "Frank said something about how this was the perfect opportunity. That while everyone was distracted looking for Harry, they could rob the company. Get into the va