PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR

A HIGH STAKE

The night after the warehouse operation was a restless one for Philip. Despite the adrenaline-fueled chaos of the previous hours, sleep was elusive. His mind replayed every moment, the frustrating escape of Rourke, and the missed opportunity to end the chase. He knew that time was slipping through his fingers, and every delay could mean more danger.

As dawn broke, Philip dragged himself out of bed and headed to the FBI office. The team was already in high gear, combing through the evidence collected from the warehouse raid. The tension in the air was thick, every agent focused on their tasks with a sense of urgency. Clara was at her desk, her face illuminated by the glow of her computer screen. She looked up as Philip approached, her expression a mix of concern and determination.

“Morning, Philip,” she greeted, her voice steady despite the fatigue. “We’ve got a lot to go over. The evidence from the warehouse is crucial.”

Philip nodded, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “I kn