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Chapter 600: Reflections And Memories!
Copper's brow furrowed. "Frame him?"Whitaker held up the passport. "Think about it. Why would Jerry leave his wallet behind? He's too smart to make a mistake like that. He's been in security for years. He knows better than to leave evidence at a crime scene."Copper considered this, his expression thoughtful. "So someone planted it. Someone who wanted us to find it.""Or someone who wanted us to waste time chasing a ghost while they moved Philip somewhere else," Whitaker said.Copper's jaw tightened. "Either way, we need to find Jerry. Talk to him. Find out what he knows."Whitaker nodded, slipping the wallet into his evidence bag. "I'll put a team on it. Track down his family, his last known address. See if anyone's heard from him."They walked back to the car, the weight of the mystery pressing down on them."If he's innocent," Copper said quietly, "someone's going to great lengths to make him look guilty."Whitaker opened the driver's side door. "Then we need to find out who. And
Chapter 599: Jerry Hass Is Back!
Evans was now sitting on the edge of a cot in the medical bay, his shirt removed, his chest already blooming with purple and black bruises where the bullet had struck."Your vest saved your life," Lorraine said, her voice tight. "But you've got at least two cracked ribs and severe bruising. You need rest. You need to stay off your feet."Evans shook his head, wincing at the movement. "I can't rest, Lorraine. Philip is out there. Every hour we waste, he could be—""Could be dead if you push yourself too hard," Lorraine interrupted, her eyes flashing. "You're no good to anyone if you collapse."Evans met her gaze, his jaw tight. "I've had worse."Lorraine sighed, pressing a cold pack to his ribs. "I know. That's what scares me."Jackson stood in the doorway, his phone in his hand. "Whitaker is tracking the sedan. We'll find them."Evans nodded slowly. "I'm going with him."Jackson opened his mouth to argue, then closed it. He knew that look in Evans's eyes—the same look he himself wore
Chapter 598: You Could Have Been Killed!
Two police officers arrived at Clara's hospital room within the hour—a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a young man with a notepad. Clara sat up in her bed, her hands trembling, her voice hoarse from crying."Mrs. Lahm, I'm Officer Daniels, and this is Officer Reeves," the woman said gently. "We understand your son is missing. Can you tell us everything you remember?"Clara nodded, wiping her eyes. "Philip. He's seventeen. He went to get me noodles from the shop on Fifth and Main. That was around seven o'clock. He should have been back by eight. It's almost midnight now."Officer Reeves scribbled notes. "Does Philip have any friends he might have visited? Any places he likes to go?"Clara shook her head. "No. He's a good boy. He doesn't party. He doesn't stay out late. He comes straight back. He always comes straight back.""Do you know of anyone who might want to harm him?" Officer Daniels asked.Clara's face went pale. "No. Everyone loves Philip. He's kind, he's helpful, he's—"
Chapter 597: A Missing Person!
Consciousness returned slowly, like swimming up through dark water. Philip's head throbbed with a dull, insistent pain, and his mouth tasted of copper and chemicals. He tried to move, but his wrists wouldn't budge. Rope, coarse and tight, bit into his skin.He opened his eyes.A single light bulb hung above, casting harsh shadows on concrete walls. The room was small, windowless, with a heavy metal door that looked like it belonged on a bunker. The floor was cold beneath him—bare concrete, stained with years of neglect.Philip's heart pounded. He pulled at the ropes, but they held fast."Hey."The voice came from somewhere to his left, soft but clear. Philip turned his head, wincing at the pain that shot through his neck.A woman sat in the corner of the room, her wrists bound like his, her ankles tethered to a metal ring bolted to the floor. She was thin, pale, with dark circles under her eyes, but her gaze was steady. She looked like she had been here for a long time."Who are you?"
Chapter 596: Just Let Me Go!
Linda's brow furrowed. "That's not an answer.""It is an answer." Peniel set down the phone, finally turning to face her. "The international observers don't speculate. They don't deal in rumors or myths. If they say the veil is tearing, then the veil is tearing. If they say ancient beings are trying to cross over, then ancient beings are trying to cross over."Linda's face paled. "You believe them."Peniel nodded slowly. "I have to. Because if they're wrong, then I've wasted years building connections with people who deal in fairy tales. And if they're right..." He trailed off, unable to finish."Then we have nowhere to run," Linda finished for him.Peniel was silent for a long moment. The flicker of the fluorescent bulbs cast dancing shadows on the walls, making the warehouse feel like a cage."There's always somewhere to run," he said finally. "The question is whether it's worth it."Linda stood, pulling him to his feet. "Then let's go. Now. Before the mercenaries do something we ca
Chapter 595: Return Of The International Observers!
The warehouse on the outskirts of the city was dark, lit only by a few flickering fluorescent bulbs overhead. Crates and pallets were stacked against the walls, their contents obscured by dust and shadows. In the center of the space, a makeshift meeting area had been arranged—a table, several chairs, and a single lamp casting a pool of light on the worn concrete floor.Peniel sat at the table, his arm bandaged from where one of the CIA's bullet had grazed him. Linda sat beside him, her hands clasped in her lap, her face pale, her eyes darting nervously toward the shadows. Across from them sat three figures—Dmitry, Aziel, and Zhang, the three international observers.They had left the city six months ago, scattering to different corners of the globe, but Peniel had kept in contact. Now, he needed them."Thank you for coming," Peniel began.Dmitry held up a hand. "Save your thanks. We didn't come out of friendship. We came because the situation has become... complicated."Peniel's eyes
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