Cassandra clenched her jaw, swallowing the unease swirling in her mind. "Alex, you have to take me to forensics," she said quickly, trying to steady herself. "I need to see his body myself."
Alexander nodded silently, understanding that his friend and partner needed assurance. They walked briskly down the police station’s hallway, which now felt even quieter, as if the silence held dark secrets. Their footsteps echoed on the cold, tiled floor as they finally arrived at the forensic room’s door. But before Cassandra could open it, a familiar figure emerged—Detective Martinez, the head of the police.
Martinez closed the door behind him, removing his medical mask with a heavy sigh. His tired eyes met Cassandra’s, and he immediately realized the young woman was there to learn more about what had happened. "Detective Baker," he greeted in a low voice, "you shouldn’t be here."
Cassandra ignored Martinez’s words and looked at him sharply. "I need to see Cale Callaghan’s body. I have to confirm this myself."
Martinez took a deep breath, placing his hands on his hips as if searching for the right words. "Listen, Cass," he said in a calming tone, "this isn’t easy. We’re all shocked by what happened."
Cassandra narrowed her eyes, dissatisfied with the diplomatic answer. "What really happened? How could Cale just die in custody?"
Martinez glanced at Alexander briefly, as if seeking help to calm Cassandra. However, Cassandra wasn’t in the mood to be consoled. The determination in her eyes showed she wouldn’t accept any half-truths. Finally, Martinez relented under Cassandra’s insistence.
"Cale’s death is under investigation, but the initial assumption—" He paused, hesitating to continue, "—he was found hanging in his cell."
Cassandra felt a chill run through her veins. Hanging? Suicide? It didn’t make sense. Cale Callaghan might have been a fraud and an embezzler, but he wasn’t the type to end his life so easily. Too many things didn’t add up in this story.
At that moment, the forensic room door opened, and a tall man with short gray hair appeared—Dr. Andrew, the police’s forensic doctor. He wore a white lab coat with his arms crossed in front of his chest. When he saw Cassandra and Alexander, he offered a faint smile, though his face showed fatigue from working through the night.
"Dr. Andrew," Cassandra greeted quickly. "What exactly happened to Cale Callaghan?"
Dr. Andrew glanced at Martinez briefly, then looked back at Cassandra calmly. "As I explained to Detective Martinez," he said with a slight sigh, "the initial indications show that Cale died by hanging in his holding cell."
Those words hung in the air, heavy and pressing. Cassandra knew that behind the official explanation, something was wrong.
Dr. Andrew glanced at his watch and sighed. "Sorry, I have to go. There are some report files I need to finish," he said. "If you need more details, Martinez has an initial copy of the forensic report."
With a small nod, Dr. Andrew walked away, leaving Cassandra, Alexander, and Martinez outside the forensic room door. The door clicked softly as it closed, as if signaling that this conversation was about to take a more serious turn.
Martinez looked at Cassandra and Alexander with weary eyes, as someone who had dealt with a long, tense day. "You can go in and see for yourselves," Martinez finally said, his voice low but firm. "I have nothing to hide here."
Without further words, Cassandra and Alexander followed Martinez into the forensic room. The distinctive scent of disinfectant filled their nostrils, causing Cassandra to wrinkle her nose slightly.
In the center of the room, Cale Callaghan’s body lay on a steel table, covered with a white cloth up to his chest. The fluorescent lights above made his skin look pale and cold.
Martinez approached Cale’s body and pulled the cover down slightly, revealing Cale’s neck clearly. Cassandra held her breath for a moment, then stepped closer, examining the wound encircling the man’s neck. A deep red-purple ring stood out starkly on his pale skin, leaving a mark that looked too perfect—as if the rope had pulled tight, cutting off his breath instantly.
Alexander stood on the other side of the table, arms folded, observing closely but saying nothing. Martinez glanced at Cassandra, then spoke softly, "That’s what we found. A rope tied to the bars of his cell. He was found too late to be saved."
Cassandra tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed on the wound on Cale’s neck. Her gloved fingers moved quietly, touching the edge of the wound with the latex gloves she had already put on.
The wound looked too neat, too precise for something that should have happened in a moment of panic.
"This wound…" Cassandra murmured quietly, almost as if talking to herself. "The shape matches the rope perfectly. But…"
She swallowed, her mind racing. Something didn’t feel right. Cale might look like he’d died by hanging, but something was off—her instincts as a detective screamed that this wasn’t just a typical suicide.
"What are you thinking, Cass?" Alexander finally asked, breaking the silence.
Cassandra took a deep breath, lifting her gaze from Cale’s body and looking at Alexander seriously.
"It looks like a suicide, but I’m not convinced. It’s too perfect. Too… clean." Alexander raised an eyebrow, and Martinez watched Cassandra closely, waiting for her to elaborate.
"This is murder," Cassandra whispered, half to herself, as if confirming her suspicions.
Martinez furrowed his brow, looking at Cassandra skeptically. "Cass, I know you’ve got strong instincts, but we can’t call this a murder without evidence or witnesses." His voice was calm but firm, like someone accustomed to handling baseless theories. "All clues so far point to suicide."
Cassandra looked at Martinez, undeterred. "Martinez, you know this doesn’t make sense. Cale wasn’t the type to commit suicide. He was too cunning to give up so easily. Don’t you remember how insistent he was on bringing his lawyer to meet us and get him released?"
Alexander shifted his position, crossing his arms while looking at Cassandra with doubt. "We know Cale was a smart player. But without additional evidence, we only have one narrative—the one that anyone above us would go with."
Cassandra looked sharply at Alexander, feeling disappointed that her partner doubted her instincts. She pointed at the wound on Cale’s neck, her fingers moving slowly as if unraveling the mystery before her eyes. "Look at this mark. It’s too neat for someone who was panicked and afraid. If he had really committed suicide, the wound wouldn’t look so orderly."
Martinez shrugged, indicating he didn’t see anything unusual. "You can see whatever you want, Cass. But, in the eyes of the law, this is still a suicide."
Cassandra sighed in frustration, rubbing her face roughly, feeling as if she was talking to a wall. "Martinez, you know how many people wanted Cale dead. This is too coincidental. He dies right when we start linking him to Antonio Franches."
Martinez massaged his temples, trying to calm himself amid the tension. "You’re talking about conspiracy, Cass. Without physical evidence or witnesses, it’s all just theory."
Cassandra stepped closer to Martinez, her gaze sharp and filled with determination. "This isn’t theory. It’s a pattern. Everything is too perfect to call it a coincidence."
Alexander remained silent beside her, watching the heated discussion. He knew Cassandra—once she decided on something, nothing could stop her. He also knew Cassandra’s instincts were rarely wrong.
However, this situation was different. They were in an environment that didn’t always allow space for truth, especially without evidence. Martinez finally sighed, loosening his tie, then leaned against the steel table where Cale’s body lay. "We have to be realistic, Cass. Cale’s embezzlement case will soon be closed. The people above us want this to end. There’s no reason to dig deeper."
Martinez’s words hit Cassandra’s ears like a whip.
Her eyes narrowed with anger and determination. "No. I won’t let this end here," she said firmly, almost whispering, yet full of strength.
Martinez raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised by Cassandra’s strong response. "Cass—" "There’s no ‘closing’ this case," Cassandra cut him off coldly. "Cale may be dead, but that doesn’t mean we stop. I’ll keep digging until we find who’s behind this."
Martinez looked at her for a long moment, as if wanting to say something but choosing to stay silent. Cassandra knew she was going against the current, but for her, justice wasn’t just about procedure—it was about truth, no matter the risks.
Cassandra sat lost in thought at her desk, staring blankly at her computer screen displaying the last files on Cale Callaghan. Her hand propped up her chin as her mind raced in circles. Cale's death had hit hard, shattering all the plans and leads she had meticulously gathered.Cassandra had intended to connect this case to Antonio Franches. She was convinced Cale held the answers regarding Antonio’s involvement in Michael Foster’s murder. But now, with Cale’s sudden and mysterious death, everything felt chaotic. The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became. She opened an electronic file on her computer, browsing through Cale’s interrogation notes and the reports on illegal transactions she had uncovered.There was no direct evidence pointing to Antonio, but Cassandra knew—there was something beneath the surface. Cale wouldn’t have just given up and committed suicide. In her head, she replayed everything. What if someone had forced Cale to stay silent? Or, worse, what
Antonio Franches sat in his black leather chair, slowly spinning the ring on his finger. His office was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of a desk lamp illuminating the stacks of files on the mahogany desk. Antonio’s face remained cold, emotionless, but his sharp gaze conveyed an aura of unbroken control.In the silence, the office door opened with a soft click. A tall man with neatly cropped dark hair stepped in—it was Ben, his right-hand man, the one who always carried out orders without question. Without any pleasantries, Ben approached, slipping his hands into his pants pockets and reporting in a low tone, "Cale Callaghan is dead in custody."Antonio lifted his icy gaze, showing no sign of surprise, as though he’d predicted this outcome long before Ben reported it. He leaned back in his chair with slow movements, turning the ring on his finger once more, this time with a slower rhythm, as if counting time in his mind. "What’s the status?" Antonio asked, his voice low and control
Cassandra stepped into La Marque restaurant, wearing a knee-length red dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Her long, dark hair was left loose, softly wavy and falling just to her shoulders, adding an elegant touch to her appearance.Each step was accompanied by the soft sound of her heels clicking against the marble floor, creating a rhythm that seemed to affirm her presence. Under the dim light of crystal chandeliers, Cassandra looked stunning, like someone meant to be the center of attention. But the room was empty—no other guests, no bustle. She could only hear the soft rustling of satin curtains and the faint clinking of dishes from the distant kitchen.Cassandra paused briefly at the entrance of the restaurant. Her eyes scanned every corner, looking for any signs of activity beyond herself and the staff moving in the shadows. The large room with its neatly arranged round tables felt strange in its emptiness, as if it had been prepared for one special event.A small smile play
CHAPTER 18The wedding day had arrived. Antonio stood at the altar of the small church he had rented, wearing his characteristic arrogant smile. He donned a perfectly tailored black suit, as if his body was wrapped in sharp architecture full of control.The room was filled with guests, most of them his well-dressed business associates, faces that signified they were important people in Antonio's world. They all smiled, shook hands with one another, as if this was an exclusive party—not merely a celebration of love, but a declaration of power.Cassandra arrived alone, without a companion or family. She wore a white gown that flowed gracefully, sweeping the floor, with delicate lace on the sleeves and neckline that exuded quiet yet cold elegance. Sunlight streaming through the church's stained glass windows refracted on her dress, making her appear as if she were glowing. But no smile graced her face; only a guarded, cold gaze in her eyes, as if she were trying to keep her distance from
After the formal event ended, Cassandra quickly made her way to the restroom, seeking an escape from the suffocating atmosphere that still clung to her skin. The long white gown she wore swayed lightly with her hurried steps, as if amplifying the panic in her heart, desperate to calm her shattered emotions. Once inside the empty restroom, she shut the door behind her and leaned against the marble sink, staring at her reflection, tired and cold, in the mirror.Cassandra closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to release the tension in her chest. The memory of Antonio’s sudden kiss still burned on her lips. She tried to erase the feeling from herself, but no matter how hard she tried, the image of that kiss refused to fade. She swallowed hard, cursing herself for losing control even for a moment.“Stupid! How could you let him touch you like that?” she whispered angrily to herself, her lips trembling. What might have seemed romantic to others felt like fire, burning her heart with rage. Be
CHAPTER 20Cassandra sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor with a vacant expression. Inside her chest, sadness mixed with anger churned relentlessly. She struggled to hold back her tears, trying to bury her emotions deep within. But her thoughts kept returning to this marriage, to the bond that now tied her to Antonio, the man she hated most. Her hands clenched in her lap, nails digging into her skin, as she sought control over the escalating unease consuming her.Across the room, Antonio placed several folders on the table, closing them with swift and deliberate movements. His suit was slightly wrinkled, yet he still exuded the intimidating aura of a commanding man. After setting down the documents, Antonio loosened his tie, pulling it off with one strong tug, then unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time. Cassandra glanced at him briefly, then quickly turned away, feeling a mix of disgust and helplessness at the situation.Antonio looked at her with an inscrutable gaze,
CHAPTER 21Antonio grinned with satisfaction, secretly enjoying his manipulation of Cassandra. In the dimly lit luxury apartment, with mahogany-paneled walls and priceless paintings hanging as silent witnesses to his deceitful games, Cassandra stood by the window. Her eyes were fixed on the twinkling city lights below. The cold night air seeped in through the window gap, brushing her skin, but it was nothing compared to the chilling presence of Antonio."Cassandra," Antonio's voice broke the silence, a soft whisper laced with threat. "I hope you realize your performance earlier was very impressive. But don’t think you can play games with me."Cassandra swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composed expression. She turned and met Antonio’s gaze with a calculating look. "I only acted as you asked, Antonio. I know how to play this role."Antonio's gaze hardened, and with a swift step, he closed the distance, cornering Cassandra against the wall. Her heart pounded rapidly, but she showed
CHAPTER 22Antonio’s kiss deepened, his lips demanding and dominant, as if he was staking a claim over Cassandra. Her hands, initially stiff and trembling, gradually fell to her sides. Her mind screamed for her to pull away, to resist the trap she could see forming around her, but her body betrayed her. The knife she had clung to was now a distant memory, forgotten on the carpet. She could feel the intensity of his touch, the heat radiating from his skin.Every kiss, every move of his hands seemed calculated to break down her defenses. And it worked. Somewhere between the fire of his lips and the weight of his body pressing against hers, Cassandra’s resolve crumbled completely. She hated herself for letting it happen, hated the way her body responded to Antonio’s every move. Antonio lifted her, carrying her to the bed, and as he laid her down, the luxurious bedding seemed to mock her.This was not how she imagined her first time—not here, not with him. But her protests never reached h
Edward Novaries sat in his chair, his jaw clenched tight, eyes burning with madness and fury. In front of him, a group of men from various mafia organizations sat around a circular table. Some of them looked hesitant, while others stared at him with disbelief. Antonio had destroyed all his financial networks, burned his businesses to the ground.Now, he had no choice but to seek new allies. His gaze flicked to the right, where Hernando Diaz, a Colombian cartel boss, lounged lazily in his seat. Across from him sat Rafael Montenegro, head of the Spanish syndicate, arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable. Edward exhaled sharply before speaking.“We all have one common enemy—Antonio Franches and The Silver Thorn. If we don’t act now, he’ll take us down one by one.”Hernando scoffed.“You talk big, Edward. We all know who Antonio is and what his men are capable of. He’s not just another threat—he’s a goddamn killing machine.”“You expect us to go against a man who never fail
Inside the secret meeting room, the air was thick with tension. Dim lights cast shadows over the serious faces surrounding the massive mahogany table. Antonio’s five top agents—Marcus, Ben, Dominic, Silvio, and Luca—sat with tense expressions, ready to take orders from their leader. But tonight, there was someone different in the room. Cassandra. Normally, Antonio wouldn’t allow her to be part of meetings like this. But tonight was different. She was the only living witness to the tragic accident that took her parents' lives. Antonio wanted her here—to hear firsthand how they were going to hunt Edward Novaries down and drag him out of whatever hole he was hiding in. Cassandra sat beside Antonio, her hands clenched in her lap, trying to conceal the nervousness creeping into her. Marcus, Antonio’s most trusted man, started the discussion.“Edward keeps slipping through our fingers. We almost had him after the tanker explosion, but he got away.”Dominic took a slow sip of his coffee, his
The dark night sky was illuminated by the faint glow of city lights. The cold air was biting, but nothing could compare to the heat of tension that surrounded the scene. The sound of police sirens grew louder, inching closer with every second, signaling that Edward Novaries' time was running out. With steady breaths and an unshaken expression, Edward assessed his surroundings. A few of Antonio’s men remained in their battle-ready positions, but they knew the police would be there any moment. Antonio, injured but standing tall, clutched his throbbing arm from the previous fight. His eyes burned with fury as he stared at Edward.“You have nowhere to run, Edward.”Edward simply smirked, as if he still held control of the situation.“Antonio, Antonio… You still think this is a game you can win?”He sighed.“I’ve always been one step ahead of you.”Cassandra, standing beside Alexander, clenched her fists.“You’re a coward! All you do is hide behind your dirty tricks!”Edward turned his gaz
The sky was still gray as Cassandra and Alexander left Aunt Marrie’s house. The remnants of last night’s rain lingered on the streets, making the air cooler and damp. Trees along the road dripped with water, their leaves still wet. Cassandra sat quietly in the passenger seat, her gaze vacant as she stared out the window. Her heart was a storm of fear and determination. She was getting closer to uncovering the truth, but she also knew that each step forward brought her into more danger than she had ever imagined. Alexander, driving with sharp focus, stole occasional glances at her. He understood how heavy this journey was for Cassandra."We can stop now if you want, Cass,"Alexander said softly but firmly."This isn’t an easy road."Cassandra turned to him, her eyes burning with unshakable resolve."I’m not stopping, Alex," she said firmly."Not until I find out who killed them."Alexander studied her for a moment before sighing. He knew she wouldn’t change her mind."Alright. But prom
Cassandra stood on Aunt Marrie’s porch, staring at the dark sky with empty eyes. The night wind blew through her loose hair, but she barely felt it. Her mind was consumed by one thing—the bitter truth that her parents had never truly been free from the world they tried to leave behind. Behind her, footsteps approached. Alexander appeared, carrying two cups of hot tea."You haven’t come inside,"he said, his voice soft but watchful."It’s freezing out here."Cassandra didn’t respond right away. She took the cup without looking, taking a small sip. The warmth should have spread through her body, but the cold inside her refused to leave."They just wanted a normal life," she murmured finally, pain thick in her voice."But they were never allowed to escape."Alexander stood beside her, gazing out at the empty street."Cass…"He hesitated before saying,"I know this hurts. But if you want answers, we can start digging into their past."Cassandra tightened her grip on the cup."I have to fi
Alexander’s car sped down the empty road toward the small village where Aunt Marrie lived. Inside the vehicle, Cassandra sat silently, her eyes gazing out the window while her mind wandered far away. Her fingers fidgeted on her lap, restless, reflecting the chaos in her thoughts. Alexander glanced at her briefly, noticing the unease she made no effort to hide."I don’t know if I’m ready to hear this,"Cassandra finally spoke, her voice quiet and uncertain. Alexander kept his eyes on the road, but his voice was steady."It’s better you know now than spend the rest of your life wondering."Cassandra took a deep breath, trying to steady herself."I’m just afraid… what if the truth is worse than I imagined?"Alexander finally turned to her, his eyes serious, filled with something Cassandra couldn’t quite decipher."No matter what it is, I’ll be here with you."Cassandra swallowed hard. Alexander had always been there for her. No matter how many times she ignored him, pushed him away, even
NYPD Headquarters –The Second Shocking Package That morning, Cassandra sat at her desk, her eyes still locked onto the documents she had received days ago. The truth about her parents’ deaths lingered in her mind like an unshakable fog. Even now, she didn’t know whether to trust Antonio or the documents she had been given. But everything changed when a mail officer arrived at her office again."Detective Cassandra, there’s another package for you."Cassandra frowned, her head snapping up."What?"Another package? The officer placed a plain brown box on her desk, just like the last one—no postage stamps, no sender information. Her heartbeat quickened as she reached for it. With trembling hands, Cassandra ripped open the seal and lifted the lid. Inside was a thick stack of documents, even more disturbing than the first. Her eyes scanned the bold text on the first page:"Subject: Marvin Carter""Status: Trusted Agent of The Silver Thorn"Cassandra’s eyes widened. No… this couldn’t be… H
New York –The City Rising from Darkness Weeks after the downfall of Leonardo’s Mafia, New York was finally beginning to rise from the ruins of chaos. Citizens who had once fled returned to the city, trying to rebuild the lives they had left behind. Destroyed offices were being renovated, businesses were reopening, and the once bloodstained streets were now filled with pedestrians again. The media headlines painted a narrative of victory."NYPD Successfully Fights Crime and Restores Peace!""Leonardo and His Criminal Empire Crumble – New York is Safe Again!"On television screens, Police Commissioner O’Connor was seen smiling triumphantly as he accepted an award from the Mayor of New York. Meanwhile, in one of the skyscrapers overlooking the entire city, Antonio Franches sat leisurely on the balcony of his mansion. He gazed at the city he had saved, but there were no awards for him. No speeches, no medals. That’s just how the world worked. Marcus arrived with a bottle of whiskey, pour
Back at the Mansion –A Calming Night The night air was cold as Antonio’s car finally passed through the gates of his mansion. From a distance, several of Antonio’s men stood on high alert, ready to welcome their leader home. Marcus quickly stepped beside the car as Antonio opened the door, gently pulling Cassandra out. Cassandra looked exhausted, her face slightly pale after hours on that desolate island. But the moment she gazed at Antonio, her eyes filled with warmth and gratitude."You’re safe now,"Antonio whispered, his hand still gripping her waist firmly. Cassandra gave a small nod, still feeling the tension lingering in her body. Marcus observed them for a moment before speaking."Boss, we still need to stay on guard. Leonardo could retaliate at any moment."Antonio nodded without taking his eyes off Cassandra."Increase security around the mansion. Make sure no one gets close without my knowledge."Marcus nodded and immediately relayed orders to the rest of the team. Meanwhi