Chapter 6
Christian's phone buzzed.
Once. Short. Deliberate.
He didn't reach for it.
"You're gonna take that?" Morita asked.
The question was casual. Too casual. Morita's eyes stayed forward, fixed on the elevator numbers climbing in red.
Christian glanced at him. There was no edge in his voice. No challenge. No threat.
And somehow that made it worse.
The phone buzzed again.
Christian pulled it out.
Unknown number.
He answered without looking away from Morita.
"You need to get away from him," a voice said.
Christian's grip tightened. He turned slightly, angling his body away.
"Are you watching me?" he asked. "Who are you, really?"
"A well-wisher," the voice replied. "For now."
"You remember the files," the man said. "Don't you?"
File#1Morita.
Civil suit. Settled quietly. Reopened as a criminal case. Then—nothing.
No verdict. No record. No follow-up.
The paper simply… stopped.
Next file.
Dr. Kessler.
Internal review triggered. Suspended for the duration of Investigation ongoing.
No conclusion date.
No reinstatement notice.
No termination record.
No forwarding address.
No one knows where or how he is
Christian frowned.
People didn't vanish from hospitals. Not like this.
The last file sat thinner than the rest.
Dr. Sara Chen.
Physician. Researcher. Published. Funded.
High-speed collision. Single vehicle. No charges filed. No suspect named.
The investigation closed itself.
Christian lowered the papers.
This wasn't discipline.
"It was removal."
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The elevator chimed.
Christian looked up.
The doors slid open.
A man stepped inside.
Mid-forties. Calm posture. Familiar face.
Christian's eyes went wide open
Dr. Kessler.
Alive.
Standing right in front of him.