Scars Of A Broken Bond

Tyrone’s lips pursed in response, his outward demeanor appearing composed, though, beneath the surface, curiosity gnawed at him.

The melodious ringtone of Tyrone’s phone disrupted the atmosphere.

Tyrone swiftly answered it in the hallway.

On the other end was Damon.

Ever since the ominous threat had reached Sabrina, she had instructed the property manager to scrutinize the surveillance footage. The assailant, disguised in black, had knocked at her door, rendering himself unrecognizable. His movements within and outside the premises skillfully skirted the surveillance’s gaze.

It had taken Damon a considerable amount of time to identify the assailant as a denizen of a local bar. Following his apprehension, a series of inquiries extracted from him the revelation of an instigator, also masked. The instigator’s concealed anomaly was a telltale clue.

six fingers that had

complex web of suspicion briefly danced across

had been imperiled while delving into her personal investigation of the

of her motives, the kidnappers had eluded justice, a thorn embedded

time, the police had devised a meticulous plan, yet the

notion began to crystallize within Tyrone’s mind

an individual sporting six fingers on his left hand, the very same man who

in this intricate web

the head of the police station overseeing the case. Insider whispers suggest that the kidnapping

Tyrone was left staggered.