PART 3: INTO THE WEBS OF SILENCE
“If they find out I survived that night, they will come after you to draw me out of hiding,” Karl whispered, taking my trembling hand into his.
The realization hit me like a physical blow—the cold cousin at the funeral, his parents’ sudden absence, and the strange silence surrounding his entire past.
His parents hadn’t disowned him over a family argument; they had staged the entire estrangement years ago to protect Karl from Julian’s criminal debts.
“The cousin who spoke to you at the funeral was working for the operatives,” Karl revealed, pulling a small silver drive from his coat pocket. “He was checking to see if you knew where the stolen money was hidden.”
Just then, the bus suddenly screeched to a halt along the dark, empty highway, its headlights illuminating two black sedans blocking the road ahead.
Panic seized my chest as three men in dark suits stepped out into the night, heading directly toward the doors of our bus.
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