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The Game Is Just Beginning
The afternoon sun poured into John’s small apartment, casting a warm golden light through the thin curtains of the living room. He sat on the old couch with a plate of spaghetti and meatballs resting on his lap, the rich smell of his homemade sauce filling the air. In front of him, the television—an old set he had managed to repair just yesterday—flickered with the rerun of a sitcom, its laugh track buzzing faintly through the worn speakers. The TV was probably older than John himself, but it worked fine now, proof of his talent for keeping things alive long past their time. He spun his fork through the pasta, only half paying attention to the show.John was alone in the apartment. Hannah had gone to spend the day with his mother, Clara, at her new place in Willow Heights. He was the one who suggested it, calling it a chance for them to bond. But the truth was different; he didn’t feel Hannah was safe around him anymore. Not after what happened last night, when he found the EchoLink b
Ticking Bomb
Richard clenched the steering wheel of his SUV, his grip so tight his knuckles turned white as he sped off Vantage Bridge. On the passenger seat, the EchoLink lay like a ticking bomb, its revelations replaying in his head: John’s calm voice admitting to Greywall’s purchase, hinting at a hidden identity tied to the Ravenshore announcement.“Real identity,” Richard muttered, the words burning like acid on his tongue. “That bastard is the heir. He has to be. Living like a pauper on Greywall Street, playing house with Hannah… but why? What’s his game?”The highway blurred into streaks of taillights and yellow streetlamps as he pressed the speedometer higher, the engine’s roar swallowing the city’s distant hum. Every bump in the road sent a throb through his bruised face, which was a painful reminder of his humiliations: the arrest, the loss of Greywall. But this? John, the so-called “broke joke,” pulling strings from the shadows? It didn’t make sense, yet the pieces lined up too neatly. H
John, You're Done
The moon hung low over Greywall Street, casting silver shadows across the cracked sidewalks and worn-down buildings. Parked across from John’s apartment, hidden in the gloom between two flickering streetlamps, sat a plain black sedan; an older model with tinted windows that melted into the night.Inside, Jake sat hunched in the driver’s seat, leather jacket zipped tight and cap pulled low. He took a slow sip from a thermos of black coffee, his gaze locked on the dim windows of John’s apartment. Through the curtains, faint movements flickered in and out of view. Earlier, the generator’s steady hum had gone silent, plunging the place into brief darkness. But Jake didn’t flinch, his focus sharp and unshaken.On the passenger seat rested a sleek device; a compact audio receiver Jake called the “EchoLink.” Custom-built, it could record and transmit in real time. It crackled faintly, picking up background noise from the bug he had planted. Then, John’s voice came through the speakers, muffl
One Step Ahead Of Him
The grand living room of the Prestwick mansion felt like a gilded cage as Eleanor and Richard stood alone, the firelight casting long shadows across the marble floor. The maid had escorted the matriarch away, leaving the two to stew in their suspicions about Hannah’s mysterious Ravenshore invitation and her possible role in the Greywall purchase. Richard’s bruised face, still tender from the prison beating, twisted into a determined scowl as he paced, his navy suit now slightly disheveled. Eleanor, her black dress clinging to her frame, watched him with sharp eyes, her arms crossed.“The best way to find out if Hannah is hiding anything,” Richard said, his voice low and deliberate, “is to hire someone to spy on her. Starting today.” He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. “And I have the perfect person for the job.”Eleanor raised a perfectly manicured brow, her lips curving into a skeptical smile. “Oh? And who might that be?” Her tone was teasing, but there was an edge to
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The sun hung high over the Prestwick Family mansion that warm afternoon of August. Its golden rays shimmered across the wide green lawns and glinted off the fountain bubbling at the center of the circular driveway. The estate was a show of old money—towering white columns, ivy crawling up stone walls, and heavy iron gates that whispered wealth and exclusivity.As the gates slid open with a low mechanical hum, a sleek black SUV rolled inside, its tires crunching over the gravel path. The car came to a smooth stop in front of the grand entrance, its engine purring before cutting off.The driver’s door opened first, but all eyes went to the passenger side. Richard Ferguson stepped out. He adjusted his navy blue suit—tailored to perfection, paired with a silk tie and polished loafers that carried the quiet arrogance of Ferguson wealth. But the elegance of his clothes couldn’t hide the truth written on his face.His skin was mottled with bruises, dark purple and fading yellow around his sw
The Invitation
The morning light slipped through the thin curtains of John’s modest apartment, spreading a warm glow across the cluttered living room. It was Saturday, a rare day off meant for rest or small errands. From the bathroom came the steady sound of running water as John took a quick shower, steam rising to fog the little mirror above the sink.In the bedroom, Hannah was already dressed in a simple blouse and a pair of jeans that fit her comfortably. She stood before a cracked full-length mirror propped against the wall, brushing on just a little mascara and lip gloss to brighten her face for the day ahead. Her thoughts drifted to their plans, which included stopping by to see John’s mother, maybe grabbing breakfast on the way. After the chaos of last night, the thought of something so ordinary felt grounding, almost like a quiet relief.As she blended a bit of blush onto her cheeks, her phone buzzed insistently on the bedside table, vibrating against the wood. Hannah pa
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