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CHAPTER 158
George arrived at school earlier than usual, the morning sun cast a soft glow on the school courtyard, and the breeze tugged playfully at the edges of his jacket. He settled on the bench near the entrance, eyes scanning the walkway in anticipation. He was waiting for her, Ashley. It had become their little ritual, George arriving first and waiting until she appeared, walking up with that easy smile that never failed to make his heart race. He always looked forward to seeing her, not just because they were friends now, but because she had become the most constant and comforting presence in his life. Soon enough, she came strolling in, a soft bounce in her step. Her ponytail swayed behind her as she adjusted the strap of her backpack. George smiled the moment he saw her, rising from the bench as she approached. "Morning," she said warmly. "Hey," he replied, reaching out instinctively to take her hand as they walked in together and she let him. They made their way to
CHAPTER 157
The darkness of the industrial zone cloaked the area in silence, broken only by the faint mechanical hum of the drone as it flew overhead, guided expertly by Owen. He and Killian stood at a distance, partially shielded behind the rusted shell of an abandoned truck, eyes glued to the monitor in Owen’s hands. Killian scanned the warehouse cluster, each structure eerily still. The place felt abandoned—no movement, no light, no signs of activity. For a moment, it was hard not to wonder if they had been wrong. If Nathalie’s memory had simply led them to another dead end, but then, just as the drone pivoted toward one of the northernmost buildings, a figure emerged from the shadows. A man, he wore a cap pulled low over his face and a thick black jacket, even though the air was mild. He walked with caution, glancing over his shoulder before slipping through a narrow metal door hidden by a sliding wall. Killian leaned in. “There.” Owen nodded. “That’s suspicious.”
CHAPTER 156
The air in Owen's home office was thick with the weight of urgency. A laptop screen glowed on the desk, multiple windows open maps, documents, files of unsolved cases, and grainy mugshots. Killian stood beside Owen, hands in his pockets, eyes narrowed as he tried to piece the fragments of information together. Janelle sat quietly with Nathalie, the younger woman wrapped in a soft throw blanket, her expression dazed but trying to stay focused.Killian turned toward her suddenly, his voice calm but direct. "Nathalie, I need you to think back. When you were taken… or at any point during your time there, did you see anything that stood out? A face, a tattoo, a symbol, anything?"Nathalie blinked, hesitant. "I… I didn't look at them much. I was scared. I kept my head down, most of the time.""I know," Killian nodded. "But sometimes our brain holds onto things even if we don't realize it. Did you see something strange? Something that didn't belong?" Her brows furrowed in thought. She
CHAPTER 155
The soft flicker of the television bathed the living room in pale light. Janelle was nestled comfortably against Killian's side, a shared blanket covering their legs as the romcom played on. He hadn't protested much, not when she looked so pleased every time the couple on screen kissed or shared some cliché, heartwarming line. It wasn't the kind of evening he typically indulged in, but having her close, her warmth pressed against his side and her quiet laughter filling the room, it made him forget the outside world existed. For a while, but as evening fell, and the shadows grew longer, his phone buzzed sharply on the coffee table. Killian hesitated before reaching for it, the name on the screen read Owen. He exchanged a glance with Janelle before answering. "Owen?" Killian's voice immediately sharpened. "What's wrong?" There was a beat of silence, then Owen spoke, grim and direct. "The cartel called. They threatened Nathalie." "What? What exactly did they say?" He
CHAPTER 154
The morning sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow over the bedroom. Janelle stirred first, her eyes fluttering open to the soft rhythm of Killian's breathing beside her. For a few seconds, she simply watched him, soaking in the peace that had settled over them during the night. His brow, usually furrowed with tension, was relaxed. His jaw, always clenched, now slack and vulnerable even beautiful. She slipped out of bed carefully, pulling the sheets back up to keep him warm, and tiptoed toward the kitchen. Today, she'd let him sleep in a bit longer, he deserved it. As the scent of eggs and pancakes filled the air, Janelle hummed quietly to herself, flipping a pancake with practiced ease. She added slices of strawberries on the side and whipped some cream just how Killian liked it, light and not too sweet. She didn't need a reason to stay home today, she just wanted to. He'd been through too much and frankly, so had she. Maybe
CHAPTER 153
Killian sat curled on the floor, hunched forward with his back against the wall, sweat clinging to his brow despite the coolness of the room. His jacket lay discarded nearby, his shirt clinging to his body as his chest heaved with shallow, frantic breaths. His hands trembled violently, one clutching his phone while the other fisted the fabric near his heart, as if sheer pressure might still the ache spiraling out of control inside him. He had tried everything, breathing exercises, pacing, even holding his breath for ten seconds to regain rhythm but none of it helped, not tonight, not when Janelle still hadn't returned, not when his mind was screaming with spirals of loss, failure, and fear. He recorded another voice note, his voice uneven, raw, breaking between words. "Janelle… I'm sorry. I'm... God, I didn't mean to hurt you, I just… I don't know how to sit still anymore. You said not to go, and I wanted to listen. I really did. But Owen needed help, and I couldn't leave Nath
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