PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR

TWICE FALL

Philip left the FBI office with Clara, his mind racing with the implications of Greene’s taunts and evasions. He knew that Greene had information that could change everything, but extracting it would be a challenge. As they walked to Clara’s car, she spoke, her voice steady and reassuring.

“We’ll get him to talk, Philip. We just need to keep the pressure on and gather more evidence.”

Philip nodded, his thoughts still on Barry lying in a coma and his foster mother’s death. “I know, Clara. But every moment we waste feels like another victory for Greene and whoever is behind this.”

They got into the car, and Clara started the engine. “Let’s head to the hospital first. You need to check on Barry. Then we can regroup and figure out our next move.”

The drive to the hospital was filled with a tense silence. Philip stared out the window, lost in his thoughts. When they arrived, they made their way to Barry’s room. The beeping of the machines and the sterile smell of the hospital only heighten