Se connecterPatricia 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
The convoy was still fifteen kilometres from Kilele Estate when Obadiah's satellite phone rang.Only four people possessed that number.He glanced at the screen.His expression changed."Stephen."Patricia looked up immediately."My father?"Obadiah answered the call."Stephen."The voice on the other end sounded exhausted."I've just landed."Nearly fourteen thousand kilometres away...Twenty-two hours earlier...Stephen Wao had been addressing diplomats at the Kenyan High Commission in Sydney.His speech had barely begun when his personal assistant entered quietly and slipped him a folded note.The assistant never interrupted meetings.Never.Stephen excused himself.He opened the note.URGENT. CONTACT NAIROBI IMMEDIATELY. FAMILY SECURITY.Within thirty minutes he was inside a secure government office.A senior intelligence liaison waited for him.The man closed the door."Your family is making international headlines."Stephen frowned."What has happened?"The officer slid a tablet
The gloved hand stopped barely an inch from Glen's shoulder.Another hand seized the man's wrist.Hard.The two figures froze.Neither had expected the other.Hidden behind a thicket of dripping cypress, Moses stared into the eyes of a stranger dressed in dark waterproof clothing.For a split second, neither moved.Then Moses twisted the man's arm violently.The operative grunted in pain."Glen!"Moses roared."Run!"The boy instinctively scrambled away from the concrete hatch, clutching his sketchbook to his chest.The operative lashed out with his free elbow, striking Moses across the jaw.Both men crashed into the soaked undergrowth.The forest exploded into movement.At the main house...Rose heard the shout.Then another."North fence!"Every security guard on the estate reacted instantly.Weapons came up.Boots thundered across the wet compound.Faith looked toward the door."Was that Uncle Moses?"Rose's heart skipped.She forced herself to smile."It probably was."But her han
The rain dripped steadily from the cypress branches.Eight armed operatives stood frozen, their drilling equipment abandoned on the forest floor.No one expected Fiona Lawama.Least of all her own men.The leader slowly lowered the waterproof map."You've chosen the wrong side."Fiona smiled faintly."I stopped believing there were only two sides a long time ago."Richie Keyo moved silently to higher ground, covering every angle with his rifle.The leader noticed."You brought only one marksman?""I only need one."Fiona replied calmly."You've already exposed yourselves."The operative closest to the drilling rig took half a step forward."Who do you work for?"Fiona looked at him."Myself."He laughed."Nobody survives this game alone."Her expression hardened."That's where you're mistaken."She pointed toward the map in the leader's hands."You've been given an outdated tunnel layout."The men exchanged uncertain glances.The leader didn't."You expect me to believe that?""No.""
The rain had stopped shortly before midnight.Nakuru lay beneath a blanket of darkness, its streets glistening under streetlights and passing headlights.Inside Alison's office, nobody was thinking about sleep.Not after the photographs.Not after the threat.Not after Joel Aliet's death.Patricia
The rain continued falling.Cold.Relentless.Merciless.Patricia knelt beside Joel Aliet's lifeless body, unable to move.Unable to think.Unable to breathe.His final words echoed through her mind.You're Obadiah's daughter.Not granddaughter.Daughter.The revelation shattered everything she tho
Patricia stared at the envelope.Her hands trembled.The words written across the front seemed unreal.My Daughter.For several seconds, she couldn't breathe.Couldn't think.Couldn't move.The bustling hospital cafeteria faded into the background.The voices.The footsteps.The clatter of cups.Ev
Fiona Lawama stared at the phone.For the first time in years, genuine panic gripped her.The voice on the other end repeated itself."The flash drive has been activated."Her fingers tightened around the device."That's impossible.""It isn't."The line crackled briefly.Then the caller added the







