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A Step Closer To The Truth
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I might have been nervous before I received a text from Marc, but it was nothing compared to what I felt right before playing the first video file on my laptop. The moment I clicked the play button, I wasn't breathing. My heart halted as well, while my eyes widened, prepared to devour every frame of the footage. Then I remembered that all the files were coded…Groaning in frustration, I stared at the blurry images, hoping to distinguish, well, anything at all. Of course, I didn't have the super sight to do that. A foolish kind of hope told me to play another file, only to watch more distorted and pixilated images of God knows what.I closed the laptop and leaned back in my chair. I knew that I could have sent those files straight to Bastian. I was positive that his tech friends would have cleared the footage in less than a few hours. But I also knew it would have been like giving him a loaded gun without knowing if I truly wanted him to take that shot. I couldn't give him that much po
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It was two in the morning. I was sitting in Emily's new apartment, a wine glass in my shaking hand. My eyelids were swollen and opened to bloodshot eyes, while my face drained of any color. My legs were curled up as I sat in the corner of the sofa, constantly reminding myself how to breathe. Emily was sitting beside me. Bastian observed us from the armchair. All three of us sat in silence. It had been like this since we watched together the decoded footage I got from Kevin on my laptop.We had all faced crimes and seen gruesome videos before. I had seen it as a reporter, and Emily as a lawyer. Not to mention how many monstrosities Bastian had witnessed since he had become an FBI agent. But this… This was different. We all knew Julienne, and the image of her body being thrown out of the window was going to stay with us, most likely forever.I lifted the wineglass to my mouth and took another slow and quiet sip, as if I believed a tiny bit of liquor would help quiet the raging storm ins
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AIDEN The last few days became a blur. I couldn't recall the last time I had a meal other than coffee or slept more than three hours. I could see that Charlie wanted to help, but this was something I had to do myself. The whole case around Caesar's death came as a blow, but not because of my brotherly love; he killed any chance for a solid half-sibling relationship between us when I was around eight, and it stayed that way ever since. For years, we merely took short breaks from hating each other and switched from hatred to fragile tolerance. But his last message? That was different. That was NOT the Caesar I had known my whole life. The bully who tried to drown me in the pool when I was seven and who stabbed me with the kitchen knife when I was twelve was terrified. There was a wicked part of me that thought that he got what he deserved, but the circumstances of his death left too many questions. Perhaps that was the only reason why I promised my father that I would get to the bottom
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Rude Awakening
Air escaped my lungs as I stared at her. The color on her cheeks deepened, and those lips that had just spoken formed the most gorgeous smile. A bubble of warmth formed in my chest, melting every screwed-up inch of me. She was the cause of it. She had given me a taste of something unimaginable and insanely addictive. Something I wasn't sure I deserved...She studied me—studied and waited—but I wasn't ready to give her the reply she wanted. I wanted her in my life. I didn't want to lose her. I cared about her. But those words had never been in my dictionary, and I was certain that letting them sound out would not make them real.I didn't think that pronouncing empty syllables would do any good, and they sounded exactly that way—empty—when I heard them in my head. Nonetheless, they were on the tip of my tongue, and, for the first time in my life, I seriously considered saying them out loud.I didn't want to hurt her. It wasn't her fault that she had fallen in love with a bastard who had
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