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    Sean’s throat constricted, parched with unasked questions. He dreaded the answers, yet knew they muste. This wasn’t another disappearance. Norah had been found in the car.


    “Who survived?” Kason’s voice quavered, betraying his fear.


    The two towering, handsome men fixed bloodshot eyes on the messenger policeman. Their unwavering stare made him squirm. “The youngdy survived, but she is severely injured,” he reported, his words tumbling out quickly. “She’s been taken to Concord Hospital in Silverdale.”


    Taking a brief pause, the officer continued, “When we opened the car door, we found a deceased person in the back seat who had shielded the youngdy, taking the brunt of the impact. This gave the survivor a fighting chance.”


    He painted a grim picture of the wreckage at the mountain’s base. Smoke had billowed from the mangled vehicle, and they feared the worst. But then, they discovered that the youngdy still had a faint heartbeat, clinging to life. She was rushed to the hospital for emergency care.


    Sean’s face rxed a fraction. He barked orders to Phillip, demanding protection for Norah. Her survival might tempt her enemies to strike again. Sean was determined that Norah would not suffer any further.


    Kason, on the other hand, couldn’t help but think of Amy, who had stayed by Norah’s side. Even as relief washed over him for Norah’s survival, a pang of sorrow gripped his heart. The woman he had entrusted to care for Norah had met such a tragic fate.


    Amy hadid down her life to save Norah. He vowed to care for Amy’s family, honoring her ultimate act of devotion.


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    Sean and Kason followed the officers to the police station. Kason hade to vouch for his bodyguards. The firearms they carried had been obtained through his connections, a necessary evil in their line of work.


    Kason produced a credential, and after a careful inspection, the police chief simply nodded, waving a hand to release the bodyguards.


    Kason was not a man they could afford to cross.


    Sean’s mind raced as he focused on the captured assants. He desperately wished they would reveal the mastermind behind the assassination attempt on Norah.


    After more than an hour of separate interrogations, they were left with one chilling conclusion.


    “They’re part of a professional assassination ring. Someone paid a fortune to see Norah dead. They mentioned an attempt a year ago that failed, and today was their second shot. However, they have no clue who the mastermind is—they’re just the hired guns,” the police officer reported, summarizing the results of their separate interrogations of the five individuals.


    “We’ll trace this organization,” the police officer assured them. “We’ll root out this evil.”


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