Whispers of the past
Author: Bobby
last update2025-09-20 04:52:18

The night air was cold, carrying with it the bitter taste of unease. Fiona Parker stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes darting between Cole and the empty space where Trojan had disappeared moments before.

Her husband’s face, usually unreadable, was tense, too tense.

“Cole…” her voice trembled slightly, “who were those men? Why do they look at you like, like they’ve known you forever?”

Cole said nothing at first. His eyes lingered on the darkness beyond the garage, where Trojan’s words still seemed to hang like smoke.

Finally, he turned, his expression calm once more. “They’re no one you need to worry about.”

Fiona stepped forward, anger mixing with her confusion. “No one to worry about? Cole, that man looked at me like he wanted to hurt me. And you just stood there as if…” She shook her head. “You know him, don’t you?”

Cole’s silence was answer enough.

Fiona’s frustration grew. For years she had thought her husband weak, useless, a man without ambition. But tonight… she saw something
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  • The silent distance

    The next few days passed like a blur of unease.The estate looked the same, still guarded, still peaceful but underneath, something had shifted.Fiona spoke less. She moved like someone half absorbed in another world, eyes drifting whenever Cole spoke, her mind somewhere else entirely. It wasn’t hostility, not even coldness. It was worse than that quiet distance, as if she were listening to something no one else could hear.Cole noticed it first at breakfast.She sat opposite him, stirring her tea long after it had gone cold. Her eyes were fixed on the tablecloth, tracing invisible shapes.“You haven’t eaten,” he said.“I’m not hungry,” she murmured.“You said that yesterday.”“I’ll eat later.”He watched her carefully. “Did you sleep?”She hesitated, then nodded. “Enough.”But he could tell she hadn’t. The faint shadow beneath her eyes, the twitch of her fingers, they spoke louder than words.He wanted to ask her what was wrong. But a deeper instinct told him not to, not yet.Someti

  • Whispers in the dark

    The next morning came with a thin fog rolling over the estate grounds, blurring the garden, muting the color of the flowers. It was the kind of morning that felt too quiet, as if the world itself was holding its breath.Fiona stood by the window, watching mist curl through the trees. Cole was outside, inspecting the perimeter with two of his men. He moved with the same calm precision as always, but something in his shoulders looked heavier now, as if Trojan’s voice still lingered somewhere in his mind.Fiona pressed her fingers to the cold glass. The weight of everything since that night hadn’t left her. The warehouse, the photograph, the call, all of it tangled inside her like a web she couldn’t escape.Part of her wanted to believe Cole could fix this. Another part whispered that maybe he was the reason it had started in the first place.She hated that thought. But she couldn’t make it stop.When Cole finally came back inside, his expression unreadable, Fiona turned toward him. “You

  • The voice behind the curtains

    Morning arrived pale and uncertain, light bleeding through the curtains of the Parker estate. The storm had passed, but the silence it left behind felt unnatural, too still, too aware.Fiona sat at the dining table, untouched coffee cooling in front of her. Her eyes were fixed on the folded photograph beside it, the one from last night.Every detail was perfect: the warehouse, the rain, the expression on her face as she looked at Cole. It wasn’t just surveillance; it was intimate. Personal. Someone had been close, far too close.She looked up as Cole entered the room. He was already dressed, his movements precise, quiet. His expression gave nothing away, but there was a heaviness in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.“You didn’t sleep,” she said softly.He didn’t deny it. “Neither did you.”She managed a weak smile. “Hard to, when someone out there’s watching us breathe.”Cole poured himself a cup of coffee, black and scalding. “That’s the point,” he murmured. “He wants us restl

  • The man in the shadow

    The silence inside the warehouse turned heavy. The kind that breathes.Cole’s eyes narrowed as he looked toward the far corner, past the maze of crates and rusted beams. He didn’t move; his body remained still, but his senses reached far beyond the dark.Fiona felt it before she saw it, the prickle on her skin, the way the air seemed to change.“Cole?” she whispered.He didn’t answer. He just stepped slightly in front of her.A faint creak echoed from the rafters above. Then, the soft whine of static. A red light blinked once, twice, from the shadows.A hidden camera.Cole’s gaze locked on it, cold and precise. He reached into his coat and pulled a small metallic chip, pressed it between his fingers, and flicked it into the air. It struck the light dead center. A spark flashed, and the red glow died instantly.But it was too late.Whoever was on the other side had already seen what they needed to see.Cole exhaled slowly, his voice almost a growl. “Trojan.”Fiona blinked. “Trojan?”He

  • Into the unknown

    The night pressed heavy against the Parker mansion. Rain tapped against the windows, steady and rhythmic, while silence ruled the halls. Everyone slept, everyone except Fiona.She lay awake, staring at the ceiling, her thoughts circling like restless birds.Cole’s words haunted her. If you stay by me, you’ll be hunted. You’ll be watched. You’ll never know peace again.What did that mean? Who was he really protecting her from?And then there was Blake smiling, charming, promising light where Cole gave only shadows. He had warned her too: He hides everything from you.The two truths clashed violently inside her, pulling her apart.Finally, she sat up, her heart pounding with reckless resolve. She couldn’t take the silence anymore. If Cole wouldn’t give her answers, she would find them herself.She slipped into a coat, careful not to wake anyone, and padded down the grand staircase. The house was dark, the servants asleep, the only sound the distant storm outside.When she reached the st

  • The man in the quiet

    Cole Brady didn’t sleep.While the Parker estate sank into silence, he sat in the small, unlit study on the ground floor, a single candle burning low on the desk. The flicker of the flame caught the edges of his face, throwing shadows across the walls.On the desk lay a spread of papers, maps of the city, newspaper clippings, hand written notes in his precise script. Strings of information tied names to places, events to faces. Trojan. Ethan. Blake Morgan. Even Harold Parker himself.Cole’s hand moved slowly, drawing a line between two names. His expression was calm, but his eyes burned with thought.He already knew what Blake was doing. The man’s moves were loud, deliberate. The kind of maneuvers meant to dazzle those who wanted to believe in charm. Blake didn’t hide his blade, he polished it and waved it where everyone could see.Trojan, on the other hand, was a shadow player. He let others bleed first. And that made him far more dangerous.Cole leaned back, his chair creaking softl

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