ECHOES OF BLOOD
(Sasha's POV)
Some truths arrive like bullets.
Fast.
Violent.
Impossible to dodge.
Others arrive like poison.
Slow.
Patient.
Deadly.
The worst part?
You never know which one is coming.
The lake stretched endlessly before me.
Dark.
Silent.
Watching.
My phone remained pressed against my ear.
Scara hadn't spoken again.
Not after dropping that bomb.
Not after saying they found the man using Sergei Markov's identity.
My heartbeat echoed loudly inside my chest.
"What do you mean I won't believe it?"
Scara sighed.
The kind of sigh people release before detonating lives.
"Boss..."
I hated that tone.
"What?"
Another pause.
Long.
Dangerous.
Then—
"The man isn't using Sergei's identity anymore."
I frowned.
"What?"
"He abandoned it."
The night breeze
