Elijah sat in his study, the photograph resting on the desk before him. The cryptic note scrawled on the back seemed to mock him with its vague threat. Doug stood nearby, arms crossed, watching Elijah’s furrowed brow as he scrutinized the image. “Marshal,” Doug began cautiously, “this doesn’t feel random. Whoever left that note knows exactly how to get under your skin.” Elijah nodded, his fingers tracing the edge of the photo. It was an old, faded image of his family’s estate before the fire—a place he hadn’t thought about in years. But the writing on the back held his attention. “‘Every spark begins with a betrayal,’” Elijah read aloud, his voice low. His jaw tightened as memories of that night threatened to resurface. “They’re taunting me.” Doug stepped closer, his voice steady. “Do you think this is someone from The Architect’s network? Or… someone connected to your family?” Elijah’s eyes darkened. “It could be both. The Architect’s network thrived on exploiting old wou

Elijah sat in his study, the dim light from the desk lamp casting shadows across the room as he read through a file Doug had handed him. Each page revealed fragments of the Thompson Accord—a secret pact that tied the Winters, Donalds, and Nortons in a web of power and betrayal. Sophia stood behind him, her arms crossed. “What exactly was the Accord meant to do?” Elijah sighed, flipping to the next page. “It was supposed to ensure mutual protection and dominance over Evendore’s industries. But somewhere along the line, greed took over. My family became the scapegoat when things started falling apart.” Sophia leaned against the desk, her eyes scanning the notes. “And you think my family had a hand in this?” Elijah’s gaze softened as he looked up at her. “I don’t want to believe that. But the more we uncover, the more it points to the Donalds being involved. At the very least, Ethan and Hague knew more than they let on.” Sophia exhaled deeply, her frustration evident. “It’s not

The revelation from Kate lingered in Elijah’s mind, a shadow that refused to dissipate. The Norton estate fire had always been a painful scar, but now, the weight of its hidden truth pressed heavier than ever. Kate’s words had stirred up memories he’d long buried, not just of loss but of survival—and the one person who had saved him when he had no hope.“Sophia,” Elijah began softly, watching her as she entered the room where he and Doug were pouring over old records. Her brow furrowed as her eyes landed on the spread of documents. “What’s going on?” Elijah hesitated, carefully choosing his words. “Kate hinted that the fire that destroyed my family wasn’t an accident. She claimed it was planned.”Sophia’s eyes widened, her hand instinctively going to her chest. “What? Why would anyone…?” “I don’t know yet,” Elijah replied, his voice steely. “But if it’s true, someone has to pay for what they did.” Sophia stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “How can I help?” Eli

The early morning sun filtered through the canopy of trees, casting soft, golden light on the secluded clearing where Elijah and Sophia had retreated for some quiet time. The air was crisp, and the world seemed to slow as they sat together on a picnic blanket, a rare moment of peace. “I needed this,” Sophia said, leaning into Elijah’s side. Her hand rested on his arm as she traced small patterns with her fingertips. “Sometimes it feels like we’re constantly fighting the world.” Elijah glanced down at her, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “We are. But moments like this remind me why it’s worth it.” Sophia tilted her head to look at him. “And what’s that?” He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You.” Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she laughed. “You’re far too smooth for your own good, Mr. Norton.” “Only for you, Mrs. Norton,” he teased, his voice low and warm. Their laughter faded into comfortable silence as the wind rustled the leaves around them. So

The warehouse loomed ahead, its broken windows and rusted exterior whispering tales of a bygone era. Elijah stepped out of the car, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of movement. Sophia followed closely, wrapping her coat tightly around herself against the biting wind. “This place…” she whispered, her voice carrying an edge of unease. “It feels like it’s been waiting for us.” Elijah nodded, his expression unreadable. “That’s what worries me.” They pushed open the creaking metal door, the sound echoing ominously in the vast, empty space. The dim light filtering through the cracked ceiling revealed scattered crates, old machinery, and faded paperwork strewn across the floor. “Start looking for anything tied to the Accord,” Elijah instructed. “This place may hold answers, but it could also be a trap. Stay close.” Sophia nodded, her eyes scanning the room as she moved to the nearest table. The surface was covered in ledgers and notes, their ink faded but still leg