Shadows of the Past - David

David's POV

As Daniel and I left the police station, the cool night air hit our faces, a sharp contrast to the tension that still gripped my heart. We had just uncovered crucial evidence against Jessica, and the weight of what we knew about Michael hung heavily between us.

“David, do you really think we’ll be able to bring him down?” Daniel asked, his voice a mix of hope and worry.

“I do, Daniel. We have to. For everyone he’s hurt.”

We didn’t get far before a black van screeched to a halt beside us. The doors flew open, and masked men jumped out, brandishing weapons.

“Run!” I shouted, grabbing Daniel’s arm and pulling him towards the nearest alley.

Bullets whizzed past us as we sprinted, the sound of footsteps pounding behind us. We ducked around corners and vaulted over obstacles, my heart hammering in my chest. We had to get away. We had to survive.

We managed to lose them, ducking into a deserted building and collapsing against the wall, gasping for breath.

“Who were they?” Daniel