Still… it’s a shame,” she said softly. “She didn’t have to end like this.”Sainz’s fists clenched.“Get out,” she said, her voice stronger now.No one moved.“GET OUT!” she shouted.The tension snapped.People around started murmuring again.Kendrick stepped forward slightly, standing beside Sainz.“You heard her,” he said firmly. “Leave.”“You too.” Sainz said, shocking them. “All of you. I don't want to see any of you right now.” Then she began to cry as she used her hand to clean her tears.“My sister just died and all are just bickering like children.” Then she stood up, walking away.Clinton looked at the direction Sainz left for a moment… then sighed.“Let’s go,” he said quietly to the others.Bryan nodded.Melissa gave one last glance at the grave… then turned away.The three of them walked off slowly and calmly, like nothing had happened.But the moment they were gone, Zara fumed.“They had no right…” she whispered, her voice breaking.Kendrick looked in the direction they lef

The week passed by in a blur. Life went on. Sia decided to officially close the case about her partner’s death and got back to work. Victor, of course, was still plotting his next move.Adrian had called after hearing about Cherry’s death, but he couldn’t get through her. Sainz wasn’t picking up anyone’s calls.Kendrick, meanwhile, decided to pay Clinton and Bryan a visit.“Do you think we’ll find anything?” Lizzy asked.“We have to try,” Kendrick said.“I just hope we finally get to the bottom of this,” Jayson added.Paul, who had been quiet and lost in thought, finally spoke up. “So… last week we were all busy with a bunch of problems, and I forgot to mention that I met Sharon here.”Everyone looked confused until Zara suddenly understood. “Oh! You mean that Sharon?” she said, raising her eyebrows.Paul nodded.“When did you see her? And why didn’t we know?” Jayson asked.“It just… slipped my mind,” Paul replied.Kendrick looked confused. “Um… Who’s Sharon?”Zara grinned. “She’s Pau

The night dragged on longer than either of them realized.By the time Kendrick stepped out of the bar, the air had grown colder. The streets were quieter now, almost too quiet.He shoved his hands into his pockets, walking slowly.His mind wasn’t on the drink.It wasn’t even on Sia.It was on the pattern.People weren’t just dying randomly. There was a rhythm to it… something calculated.Kendrick stopped walking.“…I missed something,” he muttered.His eyes darkened slightly.Not a mistake.A delay.Like someone was always moving just ahead of him.Across the city…A dimly lit room flickered with the glow of multiple screens.Surveillance feeds.Street cameras.Police stations.Hospitals.Every corner of the city… watched.A man sat in the center, legs crossed, calmly observing.His face was hidden in the shadows, but his fingers tapped lightly against the armrest—steady, patient.“Subject Kendrick… still moving,” a voice echoed from one of the monitors.The man tilted his head slight

The room shifted instantly from silence to violence.Kendrick moved first, his body reacting faster than thought, closing the gap between him and the intruder with precise, controlled speed. His fist cut through the air, aimed cleanly at the man’s jaw but the figure tilted his head just enough to avoid the full impact, the blow grazing past as he stepped back.Not amateur.Kendrick registered that immediately.The man’s balance didn’t break. His breathing didn’t change. Even his stance… was steady, practiced.This wasn’t just someone sent to scare Sainz.This was someone chosen carefully.“Interesting,” the man said, his voice calm, almost amused, as he rolled his shoulder slightly. “You’re faster than the reports suggested.”Kendrick didn’t respond. His eyes were locked in, sharp and unreadable, analyzing every movement, every shift in weight.Behind him, Sainz pressed herself back against the wall, her heart pounding so loudly she could barely hear anything else. Her fingers tremble

The moment they stepped forward, Kendrick moved.Not backward.Not defensive.Forward.Fast.He closed the distance between himself and the nearest attacker before the man could even fully react, his movement sharp and precise. His fist connected cleanly, sending the man crashing to the ground before the others could adjust.“Stay close,” Kendrick said, his voice low but firm.Sainz didn’t argue.She moved behind him immediately, her breathing uneven but controlled, her eyes darting around as the circle tightened.There were too many.At least ten.Maybe more in the shadows.This wasn’t meant to be a fair fight.Kendrick knew that.Which meantThis wasn’t about winning.It was about breaking through.Another attacker rushed in from the side. Kendrick shifted his weight, dodging the strike and countering instantly, driving his elbow into the man’s chest before pushing him back into the others.But they didn’t hesitate.Didn’t fall back.They kept coming.Coordinated.Disciplined.“…The