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Author: ThePen
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CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SEVEN

“I am sorry about that.” Elias gave a very fake apology, showing clear signs that he didn’t mean his words.

“There is absolutely no need for all of this drama. Just take a seat, and I will explain myself to you.” He repeated the words that triggered the Mayor’s anger, but it didn’t seem like he was going to say something like that again.

“Very well,” He sighed after a few seconds, turning to Jacob.

“Since the Mayor has decided not to sit, I might still stat
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    The staircase descended farther than Elias expected.Small lights had been fixed along the walls, illuminating exposed pipes and shelves filled with sealed containers. The air was cold and carried the smell of damp concrete and old paper.The elderly man walked ahead of them.“My name is Arthur Bell,” he said. “I maintained this facility before it was officially closed.”“Who employed you?” Elias asked.“Originally, the medical storage department. Later, people who preferred not to appear on government payrolls.”Marcus exchanged a glance with Elias.“Jacob Creed?”Arthur gave a tired smile.“Jacob was one of several people who used this place. He wasn't the only one.”They reached a steel door at the bottom of the stairs. Arthur entered a code, waited for a green light, and pushed it open.Beyond was a large underground room.Metal shelves stood in long rows, holding boxes, folders, and old medical containers. Some had labels. Others were marked only with numbers. At the far end, a d

  • 164

    The dark sedan remained at the end of the lane.Elias stood beside the window, studying its windshield. The glass reflected the houses opposite, concealing the driver's face. The engine was running, but the vehicle showed no intention of moving.Marcus stepped away from the window.“We shouldn't leave through the front.”The elderly woman who had given them Miriam's envelope tightened her grip on her walking stick.“Have they followed you here?”“We don't know,” Elias replied.“That isn't comforting.”“No. But it's honest.”Elias slipped the envelope into his coat. The reference number written inside was their strongest lead to the missing intake register, and he wasn't going to leave it behind.Marcus approached the rear window and peered through a gap in the curtains.“The lane behind the house connects to the railway path. We can get out that way.”Elias turned to the woman.“Is there another way into the industrial compound mentioned on this paper?”She shook her head.“I don't kn

  • 163

    They left the city before sunrise.Elias drove an old sedan Marcus had acquired through a contact who asked no questions. Evelyn stayed behind at the guesthouse, agreeing to contact them only if she uncovered anything useful in her records.She had insisted they take the transfer document with them.“If someone else comes looking for it,” she had said, “I want them to find nothing.”Marcus sat in the passenger seat, studying a handwritten map of Bellgrave. The town lay north of the city, beyond a stretch of farmland and a disused industrial road. It was small enough that people remembered strangers, but large enough for someone to disappear into its outskirts.“Miriam Cole left the medical facility six years ago,” Marcus said. “That's a long time to stay hidden.”“We don't know that she's hiding.”“You think she simply moved away?”“I think we don't know.”Marcus folded the map.“You've become very careful.”“People keep giving me reasons.”The road narrowed as they left the city behi

  • 162

    Elias read the document again.PATIENT TRANSFERRED ALIVE. DESTINATION UNKNOWN.The words were typed beneath an official seal, followed by a date matching the night his mother died. The signature belonged to someone whose name had been obscured by a thick black line.It was not proof that his mother had survived.But it was the first official record he had seen that contradicted the assumption that she had died that night.“Elias!”Marcus's voice pulled him back.Elias turned from the doorway. Marcus was helping Evelyn away from the broken window, where glass covered the floor. A thin line of blood ran down Evelyn's cheek.“Can you walk?” Marcus asked her.“Yes.”“Then we're leaving. Now.”Elias folded the document and put it inside his coat. He checked the street once more, but the stranger and the dark car were gone.The attacker could have killed Evelyn. Instead, he had delivered a document and escaped.That meant the encounter had been planned.Someone wanted Elias to see the paper

  • 161

    The address Lydia had given them led to a narrow residential street behind the old courthouse.Elias and Marcus arrived shortly before sunset. The buildings here were older than those in the eastern district, with iron balconies, cracked walls, and narrow windows overlooking the road. A few shops remained open, but most had closed their shutters for the evening.They found the address painted in faded numbers on a green door.Marcus knocked.No answer.He knocked again.A voice spoke from behind the door. “Who sent you?”“Lydia Shaw,” Elias answered.Silence.Then the lock turned.The woman who opened the door was in her sixties, with silver hair tied behind her head and sharp eyes that moved between the two men. She wore a dark cardigan and held a small kitchen knife at her side.“Lydia is alive?”“As far as I know,” Elias said.“That's not an answer I like.”“It's the only honest one I have.”The woman studied him longer than she studied Marcus.“You're Elias.”He felt the familiar

  • 160

    Marcus arrived at the tea shop twenty minutes after Elias's call.He came alone, without his uniform, wearing a dark shirt beneath a worn jacket. His eyes moved over the room before settling on Elias and Lydia.“You both look like you've had a difficult afternoon,” he said.“Someone tried to kill us,” Lydia replied.Marcus pulled out a chair. “Then we have something in common.”Elias placed the folder on the table but kept his hand over it.“Before we go anywhere, I want to establish something.”Marcus met his gaze.“If your name appears in another record, I won't assume you're guilty. But I won't ignore it either.”“Fair.”“And if you know something about my mother that you've withheld—”“I don't.”Marcus answered without hesitation. Elias studied him for a moment, searching for the smallest sign of evasion. He found fatigue, anger, and something close to embarrassment at having his name drawn into a mystery he hadn't understood.Nothing more.“Then let's find the ledger,” Elias said

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