LOGINAlex closed Glen's sketchbook.His face was calm.Almost too calm.Patricia searched his eyes desperately."Tell me."Alex looked at her."I think Glen is still close."David frowned."But the whistle came from different directions."Alex nodded."Exactly.""They wanted us looking everywhere...""...except where they actually were."He pointed to Glen's final drawing."The hornbill.""The abandoned ranger station lies directly beneath the hornbills' nesting cliffs."Gabriel smiled."Daniel would've reached the same conclusion."Obadiah wasted no time."David.""Yes, sir.""Take eight men.""Inspector Bethwel.""You'll accompany them."Bethwel nodded."Done."Obadiah turned toward Patricia."You stay here."She stared at him in disbelief."Absolutely not.""My son is in those woods.""And I'm going."Obadiah expected that answer.He simply looked at Alex.Alex sighed."I can't stop her."Patricia folded her arms."No.""You can't."Five minutes later...The rescue team slipped quietly
Three short whistles.Silence.Then...Three more.Patricia clutched the edge of the Land Cruiser."Glen..."Tears welled in her eyes."That's Glen."Rose had bought him the whistle years earlier after he became fascinated by camping documentaries.Patricia had taught him a simple rule."If you're ever lost, don't keep shouting. Blow the whistle three times, wait, then do it again."Now...Her son was following that lesson.Alex raised a hand."No one moves."Obadiah's security men froze.Patricia looked at him in disbelief."My son is out there!""I know.""And every person who took him knows you'll want to run."Bethwel stepped beside Alex."I agree."Patricia closed her eyes in frustration."I can't just stand here."Alex looked at the tree line."I'm not asking you to.""I'm asking you to arrive alive."Another whistle echoed.This time...Slightly farther east.David frowned."He's moving."Alex slowly shook his head."No.""He wants us to think he's moving."Joel looked at him c
The convoy came to a halt.The collapsed bridge had reduced the stream below into a raging torrent, carrying away twisted steel beams like driftwood.David climbed onto the muddy embankment and studied the map."There is another route."Obadiah looked at him."How much longer?"David grimaced."Forty-five minutes."Patricia shut her eyes.Every extra minute felt like an hour.Alex was already walking along the broken bridge, his eyes scanning every detail.Bethwel joined him."You think there's more here?"Alex nodded."The bridge isn't the message.""What is?"Alex pointed at the cut support column."The person who cut this knew structural engineering."Bethwel examined the clean, angled cut."So?""So they knew exactly where to cut."He crouched lower."And..."He brushed away wet mud with his fingertips."They left us something."Wedged beneath a loose stone was a brass washer.No larger than a coin.David frowned."That came from the bridge?"Alex shook his head."No."He turned i
Patricia stood motionless.The satellite phone had slipped from her trembling fingers into the wet leaves.No one rushed to pick it up.No one spoke.The words echoed inside her mind."They've taken Glen."She closed her eyes.Not Glen...Anyone but Glen.A hand rested gently on her shoulder.Obadiah."Patricia."She didn't answer.His voice remained calm."They took him alive."Slowly, she looked up."How do you know?""Because if they wanted to silence him..."He paused."...they would have done it where they found him."Patricia searched his face."You can't know that.""No."He admitted quietly."But I know how professionals think.""They don't create unnecessary complications.""If Glen is alive...""...then he has value."Alex, standing a few metres away, nodded in agreement."They didn't take a child."Everyone turned toward him."They took the only witness who has actually seen something they need."David picked up the satellite phone from the ground."Rose?"Her breathing was
The helicopters came in low.Too low.They skimmed the treetops with deliberate precision, their rotors flattening the rain-soaked grass on either side of the maintenance road.David's first instinct was to reach for the radio.Only to remember it was useless.Alex had already stepped out of the vehicle.His eyes weren't fixed on the helicopters.They were fixed on their formation."Four aircraft."He spoke quietly."Diamond pattern."Joel immediately understood."They're protecting the centre."Alex nodded."The middle helicopter isn't being protected...""...it's carrying something."Obadiah was already issuing orders."Engines off."Every driver complied."No headlights."The convoy disappeared into silence.From above, the narrow road became almost invisible beneath the thick forest canopy.David looked at Obadiah."We're sitting ducks.""No."Obadiah answered."We're becoming invisible."Gabriel Midila listened carefully.Then shook his head."They're not looking for vehicles."E
For several seconds...No one moved.The rain had dwindled to a light drizzle, pattering softly against the leaves, yet the silence that followed the stranger's words was deafening."My name is Gabriel Midila.""I have been waiting a very long time... to meet my nephew."Alex stared at the man.He wasn't seeing a stranger anymore.He was studying him.The sharp cheekbones.The deep-set eyes.The slight crease above the right eyebrow.It was like looking at an older version of himself...And of the few faded photographs he possessed of Daniel Midila.Joel's breathing became shallow."No..."he whispered."You died."Gabriel gave a weary smile."I allowed the world to believe that."Ezekiel took an unsteady step forward."I carried your coffin.""I watched them lower you into the ground.""You stood beside the grave."Gabriel corrected gently."You never looked inside."Ezekiel's eyes widened.The memory returned.Twenty-eight years earlier...The coffin had remained sealed.Government
Natasha did not leave the hospital.Hours passed.Dawn slowly crept over Atlanta, painting the sky in shades of pale orange and gray, but she remained seated beside Malia's bed.Her sister still hadn't regained consciousness.Every beep from the monitor felt like a countdown.To what, Natasha didn'
Patricia stared at the glowing phone screen.The message refused to disappear.I miss you Then the second one.When will you tell your wife the truth?Outside, thunder rolled across the skies of Nakuru, shaking the windows of the small house.Her hands trembled.No.There had to be an explanation.
The Wife He BetrayedThe evening sky above Nakuru had turned the color of dying embers.From the balcony of their modest rental house in Kiamunyi Estate, Patricia Sewe stood motionless, watching the last streaks of sunlight disappear behind the distant silhouette of Menengai Crater. The cool July w
Patricia barely slept.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the photograph.Alex.Smiling.Holding another woman.The image had burned itself into her memory.By dawn, the rain had stopped, leaving Nakuru wrapped in a blanket of mist. The cool morning air drifted through the cracked kitchen wind







