Chapter 90Andrew glanced at the screen, his heart skipping a beat as he saw Patrick's name."Hey, Andrew. Need to talk to you about Alec's case," the text read.Andrew's curiosity piqued, he typed out a swift response. "What is it?"The reply came quickly. "Alec was never in the police station to begin with."Andrew's eyes widened, his mind reeling. "What do you mean?" he typed, his fingers stumbling over the keys."The night he was supposed to be transferred, he escaped. No one noticed until morning," Patrick's response read.Andrew's stare locked onto the screen, his thoughts racing. How could this have happened?He felt like he'd been punched in the gut. He looked up at the lady who barely noticed his presence and went back to the business that she was attending to before Andrew came in. He made his way out of the station, galncing down at his watch, he noticed that there was still enough time for him to get yo is office. As he made his way to his car, he couldn't get the though
Chapter 91Andrew sat at his desk, staring blankly at the files spread in front of him. He was done at the day at the office and needed to return home. Without warning, the atmosphere shifted again. The lights above flickered, and the clock hands froze mid-tick. Andrew took a deep breath, his pulse quickening as he glanced around. He knew what was coming.—Greetings, Master— Valkyron's voice resonated directly in Andrew's mind, calm and steady.Andrew forced a nervous smile, leaning back in his chair.—The confrontation with Alec will demand more than you currently possess— Valkyron stated blankly. Andrew frowned, the weight of Valkyron's words pressing on him. "What exactly does that mean?"—It means you will face trials, Master— Valkyron said. —Challenges that will test your strength, your courage, and your resolve. For that, you will need access to me at all times. I must be by your side to guide you, without limitation—Andrew raised an eyebrow. "You're here now. Isn't that eno
Chapter 93Andrew ascended the stairs, the wood creaking softly under his weight as he approached Dora’s room. He paused in front of her door, his hand hovering just above the painted surface. His heart ached at the thought of the pain he had caused her—disappointment that was still fresh in her eyes as she slammed the door shut.He wanted to knock, to tell her again how sorry he was, to hold her and promise that he’d make it up to her. But he knew she probably wouldn't answer, that she needed space. The last thing he wanted was to make things worse by pushing her too hard.Andrew sighed, lowering his hand. The hallway was dark, a single lamp casting a dim light that barely reached Dora’s door. He hesitated for a moment, then turned and made his way to his own room, his heart heavy. He opened the door to his bedroom, the familiar scent of lavender and freshly laundered sheets filling the air. He closed the door behind him and crossed the room, collapsing onto the bed, his body sinking
Andrew ascended the stairs, the wood creaking softly under his weight as he approached Dora’s room. He paused in front of her door, his hand hovering just above the painted surface. His heart ached at the thought of the pain he had caused her—disappointment that was still fresh in her eyes as she slammed the door shut.He wanted to knock, to tell her again how sorry he was, to hold her and promise that he’d make it up to her. But he knew she probably wouldn't answer, that she needed space. The last thing he wanted was to make things worse by pushing her too hard.Andrew sighed, lowering his hand. The hallway was dark, a single lamp casting a dim light that barely reached Dora’s door. He hesitated for a moment, then turned and made his way to his own room, his heart heavy. He opened the door to his bedroom, the familiar scent of lavender and freshly laundered sheets filling the air. He closed the door behind him and crossed the room, collapsing onto the bed, his body sinking into the m
Andrew couldn't get the thought of his daughter almost getting kidnapped out of his memory. What if he hadn't gone to check up on his daughter? What if that man had taken her and they woke up the next morning to realise that their daughter was gone?Andrew shook the thoughts out of his head and tried to get some sleep so he could wake up in the morning. Dwelling on what had just happened was only going to cause his blood to run cold. But as he closed his eyes to sleep, he could only see the images of his daughter being taken away by that strange man. He sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes with his fist. "What the hell—" he cursed under his breath as he ran his fingers through his hair. More and more thoughts were coming into his head and this time, he could not shake them off. As Andrew sat, staring into space, he wondered who the man that had broken into his house was. From the Stranger's build, Andrew couple tell that the man wasn't Alec nor Reginald but he was certain that the str
Andrew sat on the edge of Dora's bed, watching her tie her shoelaces with a determined look on her face. The morning sunlight streamed through the window, and for a moment, the house felt like it was back to normal, as if nothing unusual had happened last night. But the tension between them remained. Dora had been quiet all morning, her eyes occasionally flickering toward him with a hint of suspicion."Why did you sleep in my room last night, Daddy?" Dora asked, her voice laced with annoyance as she focused on her laces.Andrew cleared his throat, trying to find the right words. He knew that she was still upset about his broken promise the previous day, and he didn’t want to give her another reason to be disappointed in him. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees."Well," he began, "I came in to apologize to you, but when I got here, you were already asleep." He watched her expression carefully, trying to gauge her reaction. "I was so tired... I guess I just dozed off in y
Andrew glanced at his watch as he finished the last of his coffee. He had been at the diner longer than planned, and there was still so much to do. The unsettling news he shared with Patrick had only made everything feel more urgent. He looked at Patrick, who was staring into his empty cup, lost in thought."Patrick, I have to go," Andrew said, breaking the silence. "We’ll regroup later and come up with a plan."Patrick looked up at him, nodding. "Understood, boss. You just be careful, alright? Alec is dangerous, and we can’t underestimate what he might be capable of now."Andrew smiled faintly, appreciating the concern in Patrick’s voice. “I will, Patrick. Thanks. And keep an eye out for anything suspicious—anything at all.”“Got it. I’ll stay in touch,” Patrick said, his expression sincere.Andrew stood, putting a hand on Patrick’s shoulder for a brief moment before making his way toward the diner’s exit. He could feel Patrick’s eyes on him as he walked away, and he knew that his fr
Chapter 97Andrew pulled the car to a stop in front of the ice cream shop, the neon lights of the storefront glowing warmly in the early evening. He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering unease that had followed him all day. His hands gripped the steering wheel for a moment longer, his knuckles white with tension.He climbed out of the car, glancing around the street. There were people everywhere—families, teenagers, couples—but something still felt off. He tried to ignore the sensation, hoping it was just his overworked imagination playing tricks on him. The paranoid feeling of being followed hadn’t left him since the voicemail, but he hadn’t seen anything to back up that fear.As he walked toward the shop, Andrew made sure to turn discreetly, scanning the crowd. He couldn’t pinpoint why he felt that way, but it was as though a heavy presence lurked behind him. He walked past a group of teenagers, pretending to browse the displays of an adjacent store while he looked