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The shadow in the hospital The Road to birth
Elizabeth's sharp cry pierced through the dimly lit room, her body curling in pain as another contraction ripped through her. Beads of sweat clung to her forehead, her fingers gripping the edge of the old mattress.Walker jolted awake, his heart pounding. He knew—this was it. The baby was coming."Hold on, Liz," he whispered, already reaching for his phone. His fingers trembled as he dialed the number of the doctor who had been attending to her during antenatal visits. But before the call could connect, Elizabeth let out another agonized moan, her body convulsing. The sound sent a chill down his spine. There was no time.He shot up from the bed and rushed out into the cold morning air. The streets were nearly empty, the sky still cloaked in darkness. He stood by the roadside, frantically waving at every passing vehicle—taxi, private car, even motorcycles—but they all sped past him, indifferent to his desperation."Damn it!" he cursed under his breath, his chest heaving.Then, in the d
The shadow in the hospital You Knocked Out A Cop?
The patrol car sped through the dimly lit streets, sirens off, its occupants locked in a silent battle of will and suspicion.Oscar sat in the passenger seat, his jaw tight, his mind racing. His fingers tapped against his knee as he glanced at Captain Doe, who was gripping the wheel with a firm, steady hold. In the backseat, the prisoner—a thickset man with a rough beard and nervous eyes—shifted uncomfortably, his handcuffs rattling slightly.The plan had been simple. Oscar had caught this man sneaking around Ramirez’s house—one of the last places linked to the detective’s missing family. That meant the guy knew something. Taking him to the station, though? That would be a mistake. The higher-ups were compromised. Oscar had seen it happen too many times—witnesses disappearing, evidence vanishing, criminals walking free because someone in power wanted it that way.He couldn’t let that happen again."Turn here," Oscar said, his voice controlled but firm.Captain Doe frowned, his gaze fl
The shadow in the hospital HUNTS POINT MEETING
Ramirez drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, his patience thinning with every passing second. The private number had gone silent after his last call. No response. No messages. Just a dead line and the eerie quiet of Hunts Point at night. The place reeked of neglect—crumbling buildings, broken streetlights flickering weakly, and trash-strewn sidewalks. It was the kind of place where people disappeared, and no one asked questions.He exhaled sharply, glancing around. There was no movement except for the occasional scurry of a rat across the cracked pavement. He clenched his jaw. This wasn’t the first time he’d been lured into a meeting like this, but something about this one felt... off.Then, movement.A figure emerged from the shadows, moving with a deliberate slowness. The man wore a hood pulled low, concealing his face. He was tall but slightly hunched, his posture cautious, like he didn’t want to be recognized. Ramirez straightened up but kept his hands relaxed at his sides.
The shadow in the hospital The Truck at Sainte-Marie Hospital
The roar of the engine shattered the night’s quiet as the massive truck hurtled through the hospital gates. Its headlights bathed the driveway in harsh white light, casting long shadows of the security guards running toward it."Are you out of your damn mind?!" one of the security men yelled, waving his hands frantically. "What business does a truck have in a hospital?!"The truck didn’t stop. It rolled forward with purpose, plowing through the well-kept driveway of Sainte-Marie Hospital, a little-big facility on the outskirts of Paris. The hospital was known for its excellent medical services and privacy—perfect for those who wanted to stay hidden from prying eyes.The security team scrambled to react. Three guards flanked the truck, shouting orders, but the driver ignored them, his focus fixed on the building’s entrance. He didn't stop until the truck’s front wheels nearly kissed the emergency doors.The hospital staff inside turned, startled by the commotion. The security team, now
The shadow in the hospital That Cop Is Drunk
The city lights flickered past as Oscar gripped the steering wheel, his mind tangled in a mess of conflicting thoughts. He had been driving for nearly an hour now, searching for a discreet place to interrogate his prisoner. Every street he passed brought new hesitation.Not here. Too crowded. Not there. Too risky.He sped past Broadway Avenue, shaking his head. It was too close to a police outpost. Next was Jefferson Street, but it had too many night owls lurking around, sipping cheap whiskey under dim streetlights. Then came Morrison Lane—a a little busy road at this hour—but stopping there meant leaving himself too vulnerable. A single mistake, and he’d be dead before sunrise.His pulse thumped against his skull. He wasn’t just dealing with some lowlife crook—this man had been sent to spy on Ramirez’s house. Oscar had knocked out his fellow cop—Doe—but that meant nothing now. The second man had taken another route. The moment he reached his bosses, the kingpins who had orchestrated
The shadow in the hospital The Midnight Call
Ramirez gripped the steering wheel tightly, his breath heavy with exhaustion. The night air was thick, pressing against the windshield of his car as he sat in the dimly lit parking lot outside his apartment. He had driven home, but stepping inside didn’t feel safe. Not when he knew they were watching. Not when he had spent the last twenty-four hours trying to find his family, only to hit dead end after dead end.He exhaled, rubbing his tired eyes. His back ached from stress, his mind a tangled mess of desperation and suspicion. He couldn’t trust anyone. Not his colleagues, not his superiors—hell, not even the so-called “friends” who had warned him to back off. The moment he started digging into Javier Montoya and his criminal network, the threats came in waves, whispered behind closed doors, sent in untraceable messages, hinted at in the cold, lifeless gazes of men he once called his brothers in uniform.And then, his phone rang.He flinched. The sound cut through the silence like a k
The shadow in the hospital I'm Revoking Your Fatherhood Rights
The nurses emerged from the labor room, their steps brisk yet gentle as they carried the newborn swaddled in a soft white blanket. Elizabeth, exhausted but glowing with the warmth of motherhood, leaned into Walker’s embrace as he wrapped his arms around her. His breath hitched as he gazed down at the tiny bundle in the nurse’s arms.Walker’s throat tightened, emotions bubbling up inside him. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on Elizabeth’s forehead, then another on the baby’s. "You did it," he murmured, his voice thick with gratitude.Elizabeth smiled, though fatigue pulled at her features.“Nurse, can we go now?” Walker asked. His arms tightened protectively around Elizabeth, an instinctive urge to take them home where he knew they’d be safe.“Not so fast, sir,” the nurse replied, shaking her head. “Your wife needs to stay for two days. There were some complications after birth. We need to monitor her.”Walker’s expression didn’t change, but inside, a wave of unease crept up his sp
The shadow in the hospital A Visit to Ramirez’s coward partner
The car door swung open, and Ramirez stepped out, his polished boots slamming onto the pavement with firm authority. He was a man of presence—tall, broad-shouldered, and exuding the kind of honor that made him stand out even in a city like New York. His jet-black hair, neatly combed back, glistened under the streetlights, and his sharp brown eyes carried a depth of experience that few could comprehend. At 33, Ramirez was a man built for resilience, a man who had seen too much yet carried himself with dignity. His chiseled jaw, accentuated by a slight five o'clock shadow, gave him a rugged appeal, and his tailored black suit hugged his frame perfectly.Tonight, he was on Madison Avenue, not far from NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital—where Oscar was recovering. As he pulled up, his mind raced with memories. He and Oscar had been through everything together. From the cold streets of the Bronx to high-stakes busts in Brooklyn, they had always had each other’s backs. Sure, Oscar had his moment
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The Day Of Departure
Paris, 5:26 a.m. – The Day of DepartureA gray hush hung over the apartment like a veil. Outside the window, the streets of Montparnasse were slick with rain, streetlamps still glowing, casting long yellow reflections across the pavement. Inside, the kitchen smelled of dark roast and quiet dread.Elizabeth stood barefoot by the stovetop, wrapped in one of Walker’s old cotton shirts—navy blue, frayed at the cuffs. She cradled a white mug in both hands, staring blankly at the French press slowly dripping behind her. The overhead light hummed, a faint contrast to the rhythmic patter of drizzle tapping the windowpanes.Walker entered the kitchen already dressed—charcoal jeans, black boots, and a fitted dark jacket zipped halfway. His duffel bag was slung over his right shoulder; a small black carry-on rolled behind him.“You’re early,” she said without turning.“I couldn’t sleep.”She reached for a second mug and poured. “You want one for the road?”He nodded. “Yeah. Thanks.”They sipped
You will stay here tonight
A dusty taxi creaked to a halt by the side of an empty stretch of road. Jett stepped out first—broad shoulders wrapped in a black leather coat, hood drawn, his jaw clenched beneath a well-groomed beard. His mirrored sunglasses caught the glow of the streetlight, making him unreadable.Without a word, he circled to the other door, yanked it open, and dragged Anita out. She stumbled. Her face was veiled beneath a grey scarf, pulled tight. Her wrists were tense under his grip.The taxi disappeared into the fog. Another whizzed past, not even slowing when the driver caught a glimpse of the strange duo. Jett knew better than to head home. Surveillance was real. Patterns get you caught. And tonight, he wasn't just a hacker — he was judge, jury, maybe more.He hissed into Anita’s ear, the barrel of a pistol poking under her rib cage. “One sound, and I turn your insides into fog. Got it?”She nodded slowly, eyes wet, throat stiff.When a second cab finally pulled over, Jett shoved her inside
Walker Next Move
Paris, 2:47 a.m.The yellow nightlight near the crib cast a soft oval glow across the cream-colored walls. Outside, a light drizzle tapped the glass window rhythmically. But Walker lay wide awake, his back pressed flat against their queen-sized bed, arms folded behind his head. His eyes had been locked on the ceiling for hours.He didn’t move until he heard the soft snore from Elizabeth—steady, shallow. Then, slowly, carefully, he turned and gently laid a hand on her shoulder.“Lizzy…” His voice barely escaped his lips.She groaned softly and stirred under the weight of the duvet, one leg peeking out. “Mm?”“I need to talk to you.”She rolled to face him, her long hair spilling onto the pillow. Her voice cracked with sleep. “Now?”“I can’t keep it in anymore.”Elizabeth sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes with both hands. “Alright. Talk.”Walker inhaled sharply. “I think it’s time we move back to the US.”Elizabeth blinked at him, confused. “What?”“I’m serious.”She pulled her knees to h
Anita the Stripper
The stripper hit the floor hard, stunned. Her mouth opened to scream—but Jett was faster. He clamped his hand over her lips and shoved her against the wall.“Where is she?” he growled. “The one with the yellow short hair. Lip piercing. Tribal mark. The one who sold me out.”She gasped, struggling under his grip. “I—I don’t know who you mean—”Wrong answer.Jett’s grip tightened around her throat. Her eyes bulged, bloodshot and watering. Her heels scraped against the floor. He leaned in, voice colder than steel.“When you get to hell, tell them I send my regards.”He released her. She collapsed, coughing, trying to breathe—but Jett wasn’t done.He drew the pistol, cold and black, and pressed the barrel to her lips. Slowly. Deliberately.“Talk. Or I blow your teeth through the back of your skull.”Her eyes filled with panic. She coughed, choked, shook her head. “I—I can’t…”He shoved the barrel deeper.“You will.”Finally, she broke.“Anita,” she wheezed. “Her name is Anita.”“Where?”“
Jett’s next move
Jett could finally rest now. Ramirez—the man he was assigned to watch like a hound on a scent—was locked up. Prison steel swallowed his old target. Jett wasn’t bitter anymore. Not exactly. If he hadn’t heard about how Ramirez’s wife and kid were kidnapped, he would’ve thought Ramirez had sold him out. But Jett knew betrayal. This wasn’t it.He had a new life now. One with the possibility of something like peace. Marriage? Maybe. But he knew how his world worked. People he crossed through his dark trade—hacking, digital theft, surveillance—if they couldn’t reach him, they'd go after the ones he loved. Just like Ramirez.That’s why he never married.That’s why tonight he carried a pistol in his back pocket and a black ski mask folded tight inside his duffel. It was 8 p.m. The club would be starting to heat up. If he waited too late, she’d be gone—dancing on another pole, working another poor bastard.She. The stripper who sold him out.Tonight, she dies.Jett covered the hole behind him
Lizzy, Pasta & The Snake-Bitten Husband
Elizabeth stood frozen in the middle of the hallway, one eye on her baby monitor and another on her phone screen. Her thumb hovered over the call button. There was only one person she could call right now. Someone who always had an annoying answer but always showed up when it mattered—Svet.She dialed.It rang once.Twice.Nothing.“What?!” she gasped out loud, glaring at her phone like it just cheated in Monopoly. “Svet NEVER ignores my calls. That man picks faster than Google Search!”She stomped to her room, still in her house robe—a faded pink monstrosity with “Best Wife Ever” peeling off the front. Her hair was in a bun so messy it looked like a raccoon had made a nest and abandoned it mid-morning. Inside the room, little Seth, her twelve-month-old heartthrob, was babbling to himself, a plush toy of a yellow duck clutched in one chubby hand.He was mumbling gibberish with a sense of purpose, like he was explaining blockchain to the duck.“Ba ba goo…noo noo waba…”Elizabeth stared
You’re using criminals to catch cops now?
Ramirez crept forward on aching elbows, the metal biting into his skin with every inch he advanced. The stale air of the ventilation shaft was thick with grime and rust, the silence broken only by the faint groans of the prison’s ancient structure. His heart pounded in his ears as he reached a long shaft stretching over the highest-security wing—the place they called The Pit.This has to be it, he thought. Javier Montoya’s cage.But as he crawled closer, his gut twisted.The shaft above this particular section wasn't like the others. It was reinforced with iron bars, thick and welded to an inner frame—an iron lattice designed to block even the smallest object from falling through. Someone had gone to great lengths to seal this section off from above. Not because of an escape risk—but because of rescue attempts. They had sealed it like a vault.They knew his men might try this. They thought of everything.Ramirez pressed his face to the narrowest gap in the ironwork. He couldn’t see mu
Memory Loss
Tiny flickers of light danced before his eyes. His vision blurred, unfocused. He groanved, trying to move, but his body felt weighted, sluggish. Panic clawed at his chest as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings."Where... where am I?" His voice cracked, dry as desert air.The sound of hurried footsteps. A soft gasp. Then, warmth—a gentle hand brushing against his cheek. "Walker! Oh my God, you're awake!" A familiar voice. Comforting. Shaky with emotion.He tried to lift his head, but the effort was exhausting. Squinting through the haze, he could barely make out the silhouette of a woman. His heart told him it was Elizabeth, but his mind refused to connect the dots."I’m here," she whispered, her fingers tracing his face as though confirming he was real. "It’s me, Elizabeth."Walker’s breath came out in short puffs. "What happened to me? Why can’t I see properly?" He reached up, his fingers brushing against bandages wrapped tightly around his hands and arms.Elizabeth sque
Prison Chaos
Ramirez's breath came in ragged gasps as he maneuvered through the crawlspace. The air was thick with dust, making his lungs burn. He heard the officers below shouting orders, their boots thundering against the floor. The prison was alive with the chaos he had unleashed.He wiped the sweat from his brow, his mind racing. He needed to get to the inner cells. If Javier Montoya was truly inside, he had to see him with his own eyes. If not, then Ramirez knew he had been chasing shadows—and his family’s disappearance had a different culprit.The crawlspace was tight, barely giving him enough room to move. His uniform scraped against the rough metal, and his shoulders ached from the strain. He pressed on, ignoring the discomfort. Every second counted. He could hear the officers below, their radios crackling with updates.Ramirez pushed forward, but his luck ran out. The metal creaked beneath his weight, and then—SNAP!—the weak panel gave way. He barely had time to react before he plummeted