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    He clenched his back teeth, swallowing the stabbing pain in his chest. “I’ll make Natalie happy. Tell me-when she went to find Witch Doctor, did she leave an exact address?”


    “I don’t know the exact address. But back then they said Witch Doctor was somewhere in the Ocean City ck


    market.”


    That was all Jensen needed. He hung up quickly.


    Could Natalie really still be alive?


    f she was, then whose body had been burned?


    And if he found Witch Doctor, could Natalie’s hand be healed?


    Questions battered his mind, one after another, refusing to stop.


    All he could do now was wait for Hansel’s investigation. He didn’t notice the flicker on the hospital’s security monitor at the ER door.


    Baron sat before a screen, watching the hospital’s feed. Hearing Jensen probe Felix about him, his lips curved faintly.


    “Yvonne, leak word that Witch Doctor is in the Ocean City ck market.”


    He called directly, and Yvonne pushed the rumor through the dark web within minutes.


    Hansel picked it up almost instantly.


    “Mr. Luke, rumor has it Witch Doctor is in the Ocean City ck market.”


    Jensen’s pulse leapt with excitement.


    “How’s the investigation on the fire? Were there any others inside besides Ms. Summers and Natalie?”


    If a third person had been there, Jensen could dare to believe Natalie still lived.


    But Hansel shook his head.


    “At the time it was only Ms. Summers and Miss Natalie. That body was most likely hers. And, Mr. Luke, the hackers restored the full surveince. Someone went into Ms. Summers’s room-a man in a mask and white coat. But I checked: no one at the hospital recognized him. His face was blurred, hard to see clearly.”


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    Then she really was dead?


    But who was the man who had taken revenge for her?


    Jensen burned to know.


    “Find him. No matter the cost, uncover that doctor’s identity.”


    His fists clenched so hard that nails dug into flesh, blood welling without him feeling it.


    When had Natalie met another man?


    Why hadn’t he known?


    The doctor standing nearby perked up at Hansel’s mention of Witch Doctor.


    “Mr. Luke, if Witch Doctor really is in Ocean City, then Ms. Summers’s hand might still be saved.”


    Jensen looked at Sharon’s face, pale as death, and in it he saw Natalie’s own broken figure.


    Natalie was gone now. He could not let Sharon-the woman who had once saved him-fall too.


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    “I understand. I’ll go to the ck market myself to find Witch Doctor. In the meantime, take good care of Sharon.”


    The doctor nodded quickly.


    At that same hour, Baron went to Phantom’s grave. Hidden from view, he dug it open and took away her ashes.


    But the inscription on the stone caught his eye-and filled him with disgust.


    It read: “Here lies my wife Natalie. Erected by Jensen.”


    Baron’s lips twisted in a coldugh. The next moment, he raised a hammer and smashed the headstone.


    Fragments flew up, one shard slicing his cheek. Blood streaked down, mixing with the red mole at his eye until he looked deranged.


    Heughed again, low and chilling.


    “You think you deserve to call Natalie your wife?”


    He swung the hammer again, smashing Jensen’s name into rubble, as though destroying the man himself.


    The noise carried farther than he’d meant. Hearing footsteps approach, Baron gathered the urn and vanished into the night.


    Inside was Phantom’s ash.


    Whatever her failings, she had been his subordinate, Yvonne’s sister.


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    Baron would take her back.


    Not long after he left, others arrived. They found Natalie’s grave dug open, her headstone shattered.


    They called Jensen at once.


    “Mr. Luke, bad news-Miss Natalie’s grave has been desecrated!”


    “What?”


    Jensen’s fury exploded.


    “Who did it?”


    “We don’t know. We only came after hearing noise. The cameras were destroyed.”


    The report made Jensen’s whole body thrum with rage.


    Who was it?


    Why wouldn’t they let Natalie rest in peace, even in death?


    He rushed straight to the cemetery.


    Not long after he left, Sharon woke.


    Pain ripped through her, and her screams tore down the corridor.


    Mrs. Summers arrived in a panic when she heard her daughter’s hand had been smashed.


    “Sharon! My poor girl. Who did this to you?”


    “Natalie!”


    Sharon’s teeth ground together as she spat the name, her eyes bloodshot, her face twisted into something monstrous-no trace left of a pampered youngdy.


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