Chapter 2:
Chapter 1.5
Investigator
He rubbed his arms, muttering under his breath.And yes… it’s freezing!
Rehan pulled his jacket tighter and walked straight into the hotel.
Rehan strode straight into his hotel room, dropping his bags by the drawers. He pulled out some clothes and headed to the washroom.
A short while later, he emerged, freshly showered, running his fingers through his hair to set it just right. He flopped onto the bed for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, thinking.
Then, he reached into his bag and made a call to headquarters, reaching Jimmy instantly.
"Hello?"
"Hellooo!" Jimmy answered, his tone bright and casual.
"Hey, I need your help," Rehan said without preamble.
"What now?" Jimmy asked, sensing Rehan meant business.
"I’m in Huntsville, Canada," Rehan began. "And I need a private plane."
"A private plane?" Jimmy echoed, a hint of surprise in his voice.
"Yeah. I want to fly directly from Huntsville to Cape Spear, Newfoundland," Rehan clarified.
There was a pause on the other end. "Well… there’s a problem," Jimmy finally said.
"What?" Rehan asked.
"No plane can land in Huntsville. You’ll have to get to Toronto first," Jimmy explained.
Rehan rubbed his chin. "There’s no other way?"
"Nope," Jimmy replied.
"Fine," Rehan said, decisive. "Send the private plane to Toronto. I’ll meet it there and fly straight to Cape Spear.”
It was 2 PM when Rehan finally arrived back in Toronto. A sleek private plane was waiting, its engines humming quietly. Without wasting a moment, he climbed aboard.
Three and a half hours later, the plane touched down at a private UNI-controlled airstrip near Cape Spear. The sun was already shining, casting a clear, bright light over everything.
Stepping out of the plane, Rehan spotted an open-top vintage car waiting—a striking red convertible, classic yet bold, with a design that seemed timeless. He climbed in effortlessly, the wind tugging gently at his clothes.
He wore a skin-colored shirt, lightweight with a hint of orange in the fabric, paired with matching pants. On his head rested a white Michael Jackson-style fedora, tilted just enough to give him that stylish edge. The sunlight caught the folds of his shirt, making it ripple lightly in the breeze.
As the car rolled forward along the empty tarmac, the fresh air from the nearby sea brushed against his face. Rehan leaned back comfortably, letting the wind play with his clothes and hair, enjoying the calm and quiet of the afternoon.
Rehan’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He answered casually.
“Hello?”
“Sir! Where are you?” Albert’s voice came through, curious and slightly tense.
“I’m in Cape Spear,” Rehan replied, calm as ever, his eyes on the road as the red convertible rolled forward.
“WHAT? Cape Spear? How… how did you get there?” Albert’s voice cracked with surprise.
“By private plane,” Rehan said nonchalantly.
“By… private plane?” Albert repeated, still stunned.
“Yeah,” Rehan confirmed, leaning back in the seat, letting the wind flutter his shirt.
Albert exhaled sharply. “Ah… okay. But when will you be coming back, sir?”
“Tomorrow,” Rehan answered smoothly.
“But sir… tomorrow is school!” Albert protested.
“I know,” Rehan said with a small smirk. “I’ll be back.”
As he drove, the wind tugged at his shirt and hair, and Rehan’s calm demeanor contrasted sharply with Albert’s ongoing astonishment over the phone. The bright afternoon sun cast clear shadows across the road, the quiet hum of the car engine filling the spaces between their words.
The next morning, all seven team members gathered on the school grounds, standing in a loose formation, waiting for Rehan.
Shazi glanced around, her brow furrowed. “Wait… how did all these students even come? I mean, after everything that happened at this school, their parents still sent them here?”
No one responded immediately.
She turned sharply to Albert. “Albert!”
“Ah… yeah,” Albert stammered, looking a little uneasy.
Shazi gave him a pointed look. “I asked you something.”
“Well… actually,” Albert began, hesitating, “they all came because the Head Officer instructed the principal to send a message in the school group… saying that whoever doesn’t come tomorrow will be the next target.”
Shazi’s eyes widened. “Oh… but who does something like that?”
Rick, standing nearby, shrugged lightly. “Top Officer did say this guy is… different.”
RickAge: 27Rank: Junior OfficerBelongs to: CanadaSpecialty: Conversation, intelligence gathering
The team exchanged glances, the weight of Rehan’s reputation lingering silently in the air. Even among trained officers, his methods inspired both respect and a hint of unease.
Zaya furrowed her brow and turned to Albert. “Well… where is your Head Officer?”
Albert blinked, a little flustered. “Ah… yeah, yeah… I’m listening, you.”
“So,” Zaya pressed, “tell me—where is your Head Officer?”
“He… he’s coming,” Albert said, shifting uncomfortably.
“You’re saying ‘he’s coming’… but when?” Zaya raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.
“Actually… he’s in Cape Spear,” Albert admitted, almost sheepishly.
“Cape Spear?!” Shazi’s voice rang out, disbelief written all over her face.
“Yeah,” Albert muttered.
Zaya shook her head. “But… why?”
Albert shrugged. “I… I don’t know.”
Zaya’s eyes narrowed. “How careless he is.”
ZayaAge: 26Rank: Junior OfficerBelongs to: CanadaSpecialty: On-ground operations and cyber work
The team exchanged glances, a mix of disbelief and amusement passing silently among them. Rehan’s unpredictability—and apparent carelessness—was already setting the tone for what was to come.
Rehan walked onto the school grounds, his black leather jacket gleaming slightly under the soft morning light. Underneath, he wore a checkered shirt—white, skin tone, and hints of red—and crisp white pants. It was the same outfit he had worn when called by the Head Judician: sharp yet casual, effortlessly commanding attention.
Zaya, standing a few steps away, whispered, “He’s… too handsome. Who is he?”
Albert replied calmly, “He’s Rehan.”
Inner thought (Albert): A moment ago, Zaya was saying how careless he is… and now she’s saying he’s too handsome. What a change in just a few seconds!
Rehan raised his hand and called out, “Albert! Albert! Hey, child of Tesla!”
“Yes, sir!” Albert replied promptly, trying to hide a small grin.
“Alright, speak up. What is it?” Rehan asked, walking closer.
“Sir, first of all… come here,” Albert said, motioning him toward the team.
“Coming,” Rehan replied casually, walking up. Once he reached them, he stopped and let his eyes sweep over the team. Then, with quiet authority, he announced, “First… I’ll introduce you to the rest of the team.”
Rehan walked up to the team, his eyes scanning each one. Albert stepped forward.
“Sir, this is Rick. Age 27, junior officer from Canada, specialist in conversational intelligence gathering,” Albert said.
“And this is Shazi. Age 26, junior officer, also from Canada, specializes in information collection,” he continued.
Shazi’s inner thought: This is the head officer Clive mentioned… doesn’t seem like a head officer at all.
Albert nodded. “Sir, this is Zaya. Age 26, Canadian. On-ground operations and cyber work are her specialties.”
Zaya’s inner thought: Wow… he’s handsome. Totally different from the other officers I’ve met before… He looks careless, but he’s handsome.
Albert continued without pause. “Well, sir, meet Vinson. Age 25, junior officer from Mexico. Sharp brain, excellent analytical skills. His case-solving rate is 77%.”
“And sir, meet Eliza. Age 25, junior officer from the U.S. Her specialty is trapping culprits in such a way they can’t win.”
“And sir, this is Daan. Also American, 26, junior officer. His specialty? Collecting evidence, no matter what it takes.”
Rehan finally looked at Albert. “Ah, one thing—”“Yes, sir?” Albert replied.
“Do you think I’m an idiot?” Rehan asked, calm but slightly tired.
“No, sir,” Albert answered quickly.
“Then why tell me these are junior officers? I would know, wouldn’t I? Otherwise, top officers, head officers… they wouldn’t be working under me!”
Albert’s shoulders slumped. “Sorry, sir.”
Rehan exhaled softly. “Alright… enough. You’re Nicola’s kid.”
Albert blinked. “Sir… Tesla.”
“Yeah, Tesla. My bad,” Rehan said.
Daan looked up at Rehan. “Sir, by the way, I’ve heard about you from the top officer. They were just praising you non-stop.”
Rehan’s inner thought: Oh… really? He actually think well of me? I thought they were just saying it to my face.
Albert cleared his throat. “Sir—”
“Ah, yeah?” Rehan replied.
“If you don’t mind, can I introduce yourself to them?” Albert asked.
Rehan raised an eyebrow. “What do you know about me?”
Albert explained, “Sir, when I was dropping the top officer yesterday, on the way, they told me a lot about you… in detail.”
Rehan yawned, stretching slightly. “Alright… go ahead.”
Albert nodded. “This is Rehan Haq.”
Rehan smirked slightly. “Even they know that much, huh.”
“Sorry, sir,” Albert said quickly. “He’s 27 years old, and his crime-solving rate is 96%. His specialty is solving cases—he’s an expert at everything he does. That’s why every case he takes on, he solves.”
The rest of the team froze. Zaya’s eyes widened. “96%! How… how can it be 96?”
Rick shrugged casually. “Case solving is his specialty, man. What can I say?”
Rehan turned to Albert. “Well, Albert, have all the kids arrived?”
“Yes, sir. Everyone is here, already in the school. I gathered all the students in the hall, just like you said. No teacher was allowed in—only the students and the principal are inside,” Albert reported.
Rehan nodded. “Alright… let’s go, then.”
Zaya tilted her head, curiosity clear in her voice. “Sir, why weren’t the teachers allowed in?”
Rehan replied calmly, “Because I have a problem.”
“A problem?” Zaya asked, surprised.
“Yes,” Rehan said. “When I was a student, I sometimes had to deal with teachers scolding me… so now, I didn’t let them come in, to avoid disturbing the students.”
Rehan followed Albert into the hall, the rest of the officers trailing behind. Albert pushed the doors open, revealing the principal standing on the stage, and students seated below, murmuring and chatting. As Rehan stepped inside, the room buzzed with curiosity, but when the Canadian police entered behind him, the chatter suddenly went silent.
Rehan climbed the stage, noticing how quiet the students had gone. He smirked slightly.
“Wow… you all got quiet that fast?” he said, amusement in his voice. “Back in my school, it wasn’t like this. When the police came, we didn’t go quiet—we’d shout, laugh, and even tease them a little.”
The students chuckled at that.
“In my school,” Rehan continued, “there were some kids who, if a female officer came in, would make a scene just to get noticed.”
The students laughed again, some covering their mouths to hide it.
“They’d act like it was their chance to talk to her, even knowing she might call them out,” Rehan said, grinning.
Quiet giggles ran through the hall.
“And if the officer actually stopped them and asked why they were making a fuss?” he added. “They’d freeze, caught completely off guard. Hilarious every single time.”
The students laughed quietly, trying to stifle it.
Rehan glanced at the principal standing stiffly behind him. “And our principal back then… oh, he was no better. He’d try to control the chaos, but somehow we always found a way to get a laugh out of it.”
The students laughed again, the soft giggles echoing in the hall, some still hiding behind their hands.
Rehan stepped down from the stage and walked toward the students. His eyes scanned the crowd, and he reached out, brushing over their school shirts—sometimes on the left shoulder, sometimes on the right. Every student was watching him closely, caught between awe and excitement.
“I’m watching you all,” Rehan said, his voice calm but firm. “And listen… tonight, wear your school shirt to bed. It’s the right thing to do. Anyone who doesn’t… Well, let’s just say it’s risky.”
He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “And don’t tell the teachers about this—it’s our little secret, okay?”
The students nodded eagerly. “Okay!” they chorused.
“Now, say it all together,” Rehan commanded.
“We are!” the students shouted in unison.
“Teacher haters!” Rehan added with a grin.
“Teacher haters!” the students echoed back, laughter and mischief in their voices.
The hall had emptied, students gone, laughter still echoing faintly. The principal was leaving, and Rehan walked alongside him.
“The teacher’s here,” Rehan said casually.
“Yes,” the principal replied.
“Okay then… I’ll meet her after school,” Rehan added, his voice calm but purposeful.
School ended, and the teacher stepped outside. The sky was silent, the road empty. Her footsteps echoed softly on the pavement. Slowly, another set of footsteps began, faint at first, but growing steadily closer.
She noticed it, but kept walking without turning. The sound grew louder, faster, each step perfectly matching hers. Then, a voice called out from behind, firm yet calm:
“Shara.”
Startled, she spun around—and there he was. Rehan. Standing in the shadows, calm, commanding.
“Hello,” he said, his voice smooth and unwavering. “I’m Rehan, the head officer.”
Shara froze, a flicker of shock crossing her face.
— — — — TO BE CONTINUED — — — —
NOW, THE INVESTIGATION OF THE INVESTIGATOR IS STARTED
CHAPTER - 2 : The Voice
Written & created by DARK_Novels_
Rehan pulled his jacket tighter and walked straight into the hotel.
Rehan strode straight into his hotel room, dropping his bags by the drawers. He pulled out some clothes and headed to the washroom.
A short while later, he emerged, freshly showered, running his fingers through his hair to set it just right. He flopped onto the bed for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, thinking.
Then, he reached into his bag and made a call to headquarters, reaching Jimmy instantly.
"Hello?"
"Hellooo!" Jimmy answered, his tone bright and casual.
"Hey, I need your help," Rehan said without preamble.
"What now?" Jimmy asked, sensing Rehan meant business.
"I’m in Huntsville, Canada," Rehan began. "And I need a private plane."
"A private plane?" Jimmy echoed, a hint of surprise in his voice.
"Yeah. I want to fly directly from Huntsville to Cape Spear, Newfoundland," Rehan clarified.
There was a pause on the other end. "Well… there’s a problem," Jimmy finally said.
"What?" Rehan asked.
"No plane can land in Huntsville. You’ll have to get to Toronto first," Jimmy explained.
Rehan rubbed his chin. "There’s no other way?"
"Nope," Jimmy replied.
"Fine," Rehan said, decisive. "Send the private plane to Toronto. I’ll meet it there and fly straight to Cape Spear.”
It was 2 PM when Rehan finally arrived back in Toronto. A sleek private plane was waiting, its engines humming quietly. Without wasting a moment, he climbed aboard.
Three and a half hours later, the plane touched down at a private UNI-controlled airstrip near Cape Spear. The sun was already shining, casting a clear, bright light over everything.
Stepping out of the plane, Rehan spotted an open-top vintage car waiting—a striking red convertible, classic yet bold, with a design that seemed timeless. He climbed in effortlessly, the wind tugging gently at his clothes.
He wore a skin-colored shirt, lightweight with a hint of orange in the fabric, paired with matching pants. On his head rested a white Michael Jackson-style fedora, tilted just enough to give him that stylish edge. The sunlight caught the folds of his shirt, making it ripple lightly in the breeze.
As the car rolled forward along the empty tarmac, the fresh air from the nearby sea brushed against his face. Rehan leaned back comfortably, letting the wind play with his clothes and hair, enjoying the calm and quiet of the afternoon.
Rehan’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He answered casually.
“Hello?”
“Sir! Where are you?” Albert’s voice came through, curious and slightly tense.
“I’m in Cape Spear,” Rehan replied, calm as ever, his eyes on the road as the red convertible rolled forward.
“WHAT? Cape Spear? How… how did you get there?” Albert’s voice cracked with surprise.
“By private plane,” Rehan said nonchalantly.
“By… private plane?” Albert repeated, still stunned.
“Yeah,” Rehan confirmed, leaning back in the seat, letting the wind flutter his shirt.
Albert exhaled sharply. “Ah… okay. But when will you be coming back, sir?”
“Tomorrow,” Rehan answered smoothly.
“But sir… tomorrow is school!” Albert protested.
“I know,” Rehan said with a small smirk. “I’ll be back.”
As he drove, the wind tugged at his shirt and hair, and Rehan’s calm demeanor contrasted sharply with Albert’s ongoing astonishment over the phone. The bright afternoon sun cast clear shadows across the road, the quiet hum of the car engine filling the spaces between their words.
The next morning, all seven team members gathered on the school grounds, standing in a loose formation, waiting for Rehan.
Shazi glanced around, her brow furrowed. “Wait… how did all these students even come? I mean, after everything that happened at this school, their parents still sent them here?”
No one responded immediately.
She turned sharply to Albert. “Albert!”
“Ah… yeah,” Albert stammered, looking a little uneasy.
Shazi gave him a pointed look. “I asked you something.”
“Well… actually,” Albert began, hesitating, “they all came because the Head Officer instructed the principal to send a message in the school group… saying that whoever doesn’t come tomorrow will be the next target.”
Shazi’s eyes widened. “Oh… but who does something like that?”
Rick, standing nearby, shrugged lightly. “Top Officer did say this guy is… different.”
RickAge: 27Rank: Junior OfficerBelongs to: CanadaSpecialty: Conversation, intelligence gathering
The team exchanged glances, the weight of Rehan’s reputation lingering silently in the air. Even among trained officers, his methods inspired both respect and a hint of unease.
Zaya furrowed her brow and turned to Albert. “Well… where is your Head Officer?”
Albert blinked, a little flustered. “Ah… yeah, yeah… I’m listening, you.”
“So,” Zaya pressed, “tell me—where is your Head Officer?”
“He… he’s coming,” Albert said, shifting uncomfortably.
“You’re saying ‘he’s coming’… but when?” Zaya raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.
“Actually… he’s in Cape Spear,” Albert admitted, almost sheepishly.
“Cape Spear?!” Shazi’s voice rang out, disbelief written all over her face.
“Yeah,” Albert muttered.
Zaya shook her head. “But… why?”
Albert shrugged. “I… I don’t know.”
Zaya’s eyes narrowed. “How careless he is.”
ZayaAge: 26Rank: Junior OfficerBelongs to: CanadaSpecialty: On-ground operations and cyber work
The team exchanged glances, a mix of disbelief and amusement passing silently among them. Rehan’s unpredictability—and apparent carelessness—was already setting the tone for what was to come.
Rehan walked onto the school grounds, his black leather jacket gleaming slightly under the soft morning light. Underneath, he wore a checkered shirt—white, skin tone, and hints of red—and crisp white pants. It was the same outfit he had worn when called by the Head Judician: sharp yet casual, effortlessly commanding attention.
Zaya, standing a few steps away, whispered, “He’s… too handsome. Who is he?”
Albert replied calmly, “He’s Rehan.”
Inner thought (Albert): A moment ago, Zaya was saying how careless he is… and now she’s saying he’s too handsome. What a change in just a few seconds!
Rehan raised his hand and called out, “Albert! Albert! Hey, child of Tesla!”
“Yes, sir!” Albert replied promptly, trying to hide a small grin.
“Alright, speak up. What is it?” Rehan asked, walking closer.
“Sir, first of all… come here,” Albert said, motioning him toward the team.
“Coming,” Rehan replied casually, walking up. Once he reached them, he stopped and let his eyes sweep over the team. Then, with quiet authority, he announced, “First… I’ll introduce you to the rest of the team.”
Rehan walked up to the team, his eyes scanning each one. Albert stepped forward.
“Sir, this is Rick. Age 27, junior officer from Canada, specialist in conversational intelligence gathering,” Albert said.
“And this is Shazi. Age 26, junior officer, also from Canada, specializes in information collection,” he continued.
Shazi’s inner thought: This is the head officer Clive mentioned… doesn’t seem like a head officer at all.
Albert nodded. “Sir, this is Zaya. Age 26, Canadian. On-ground operations and cyber work are her specialties.”
Zaya’s inner thought: Wow… he’s handsome. Totally different from the other officers I’ve met before… He looks careless, but he’s handsome.
Albert continued without pause. “Well, sir, meet Vinson. Age 25, junior officer from Mexico. Sharp brain, excellent analytical skills. His case-solving rate is 77%.”
“And sir, meet Eliza. Age 25, junior officer from the U.S. Her specialty is trapping culprits in such a way they can’t win.”
“And sir, this is Daan. Also American, 26, junior officer. His specialty? Collecting evidence, no matter what it takes.”
Rehan finally looked at Albert. “Ah, one thing—”“Yes, sir?” Albert replied.
“Do you think I’m an idiot?” Rehan asked, calm but slightly tired.
“No, sir,” Albert answered quickly.
“Then why tell me these are junior officers? I would know, wouldn’t I? Otherwise, top officers, head officers… they wouldn’t be working under me!”
Albert’s shoulders slumped. “Sorry, sir.”
Rehan exhaled softly. “Alright… enough. You’re Nicola’s kid.”
Albert blinked. “Sir… Tesla.”
“Yeah, Tesla. My bad,” Rehan said.
Daan looked up at Rehan. “Sir, by the way, I’ve heard about you from the top officer. They were just praising you non-stop.”
Rehan’s inner thought: Oh… really? He actually think well of me? I thought they were just saying it to my face.
Albert cleared his throat. “Sir—”
“Ah, yeah?” Rehan replied.
“If you don’t mind, can I introduce yourself to them?” Albert asked.
Rehan raised an eyebrow. “What do you know about me?”
Albert explained, “Sir, when I was dropping the top officer yesterday, on the way, they told me a lot about you… in detail.”
Rehan yawned, stretching slightly. “Alright… go ahead.”
Albert nodded. “This is Rehan Haq.”
Rehan smirked slightly. “Even they know that much, huh.”
“Sorry, sir,” Albert said quickly. “He’s 27 years old, and his crime-solving rate is 96%. His specialty is solving cases—he’s an expert at everything he does. That’s why every case he takes on, he solves.”
The rest of the team froze. Zaya’s eyes widened. “96%! How… how can it be 96?”
Rick shrugged casually. “Case solving is his specialty, man. What can I say?”
Rehan turned to Albert. “Well, Albert, have all the kids arrived?”
“Yes, sir. Everyone is here, already in the school. I gathered all the students in the hall, just like you said. No teacher was allowed in—only the students and the principal are inside,” Albert reported.
Rehan nodded. “Alright… let’s go, then.”
Zaya tilted her head, curiosity clear in her voice. “Sir, why weren’t the teachers allowed in?”
Rehan replied calmly, “Because I have a problem.”
“A problem?” Zaya asked, surprised.
“Yes,” Rehan said. “When I was a student, I sometimes had to deal with teachers scolding me… so now, I didn’t let them come in, to avoid disturbing the students.”
Rehan followed Albert into the hall, the rest of the officers trailing behind. Albert pushed the doors open, revealing the principal standing on the stage, and students seated below, murmuring and chatting. As Rehan stepped inside, the room buzzed with curiosity, but when the Canadian police entered behind him, the chatter suddenly went silent.
Rehan climbed the stage, noticing how quiet the students had gone. He smirked slightly.
“Wow… you all got quiet that fast?” he said, amusement in his voice. “Back in my school, it wasn’t like this. When the police came, we didn’t go quiet—we’d shout, laugh, and even tease them a little.”
The students chuckled at that.
“In my school,” Rehan continued, “there were some kids who, if a female officer came in, would make a scene just to get noticed.”
The students laughed again, some covering their mouths to hide it.
“They’d act like it was their chance to talk to her, even knowing she might call them out,” Rehan said, grinning.
Quiet giggles ran through the hall.
“And if the officer actually stopped them and asked why they were making a fuss?” he added. “They’d freeze, caught completely off guard. Hilarious every single time.”
The students laughed quietly, trying to stifle it.
Rehan glanced at the principal standing stiffly behind him. “And our principal back then… oh, he was no better. He’d try to control the chaos, but somehow we always found a way to get a laugh out of it.”
The students laughed again, the soft giggles echoing in the hall, some still hiding behind their hands.
Rehan stepped down from the stage and walked toward the students. His eyes scanned the crowd, and he reached out, brushing over their school shirts—sometimes on the left shoulder, sometimes on the right. Every student was watching him closely, caught between awe and excitement.
“I’m watching you all,” Rehan said, his voice calm but firm. “And listen… tonight, wear your school shirt to bed. It’s the right thing to do. Anyone who doesn’t… Well, let’s just say it’s risky.”
He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “And don’t tell the teachers about this—it’s our little secret, okay?”
The students nodded eagerly. “Okay!” they chorused.
“Now, say it all together,” Rehan commanded.
“We are!” the students shouted in unison.
“Teacher haters!” Rehan added with a grin.
“Teacher haters!” the students echoed back, laughter and mischief in their voices.
The hall had emptied, students gone, laughter still echoing faintly. The principal was leaving, and Rehan walked alongside him.
“The teacher’s here,” Rehan said casually.
“Yes,” the principal replied.
“Okay then… I’ll meet her after school,” Rehan added, his voice calm but purposeful.
School ended, and the teacher stepped outside. The sky was silent, the road empty. Her footsteps echoed softly on the pavement. Slowly, another set of footsteps began, faint at first, but growing steadily closer.
She noticed it, but kept walking without turning. The sound grew louder, faster, each step perfectly matching hers. Then, a voice called out from behind, firm yet calm:
“Shara.”
Startled, she spun around—and there he was. Rehan. Standing in the shadows, calm, commanding.
“Hello,” he said, his voice smooth and unwavering. “I’m Rehan, the head officer.”
Shara froze, a flicker of shock crossing her face.
— — — — TO BE CONTINUED — — — —
NOW, THE INVESTIGATION OF THE INVESTIGATOR IS STARTED
CHAPTER - 2 : The Voice
Written & created by DARK_Novels_
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