THE MAN WHO WALKED FREE
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Calian understood it the moment Solyn broke that this wasn't an ordinary murder.
Her sobs weren’t just grief. They were instinct. The kind that recognized loss before confirmation, danger before proof. He watched her crumble in the quiet of the house, her hands fisted in her clothes as if she could hold herself together by force alone, and something inside him hardened with clarity.
This was bigger than he expected. He had almost told her it didn’t matter. That Eda was likely alive. That panic would only cloud judgment. The words had risen to his tongue, practiced and cold. They never left his mouth.
Because Solyn’s fear wasn’t hysterical. It was precise. And precision came from knowing.
"I will find out myself if she..." Calina wanted to give her comfort.
"I know... It will be great but what I have seen in these days, I hardly belive that she will be fine." Solyn stammers. Her sobs interuppted.
"Hold yourself! I will make sure he will never be around near you."
"That is comforting..." Solyns atted without looking at him.
Calian felt powerless and couldn't empathesize her, so he left the mansion before sunrise.
His office sat several floors underground, insulated from interference, shielded from the kind of surveillance he himself had once taught others to exploit. The moment he entered, the world narrowed into data and pattern, into screens glowing with histories people assumed were buried.
He pulled records from his saved data in the main CPU. Missing persons. Violent offenders. Recent releases. Then he went further but he was sure he missed something.
He called Noah Campbell.
“You awake,” Calian asked without greeting.
Noah exhaled sharply on the other end. “For you, unfortunately. What did you break now?”
“I need deleted files,” Calian said. “Everything from the last two years. Cases scrubbed, altered, sealed. Especially bail releases.”
There was a pause. “That’s not legal and it will land us in a lot of trouble.”
“I didn’t ask for legal. There is an emergency and I need that name which is trigerring me for a while.”
Another pause, longer this time. Then a keyboard clatter. “You always do this,” Noah muttered. “Disappear for years, then come back like the world owes you secrets.”
“And it always pays you well.” Calian put his bait.
“Fair,” Noah conceded. “Give me an hour.”
"An hour!" Calian didn’t wait idly.
He accessed surveillance networks the city believed were decommissioned, stitching together fragments of footage like a mosaic. Eda’s last known signal flickered briefly before dying completely.
A night club in the middle of the city. A perfect place to comiit a crime inside a crowded, noisy place and no one will notice if nay one gone missing. Calian was trying to read it through the criminal's mind.
The bell rang and Calian picked his call... "I did my job and leave me out of whatever dirty you are doing..."
"Don't worry, i will bother you again..." Calian smirked.
Noah’s files came through shortly after. Calian opened the files and kept looking through it to match the killer.
Allen Cook.
Calian’s gaze sharpened.
Serial offender. Five confirmed victims. Three suspected. Imprisoned for five years. Released on bail six months ago.
Bailed out by an anonymous benefactor.
“That’s not coincidence,” Calian murmured.
Allen Cook had studied criminal psychology obsessively while inside. He had requested files, profiles and patterns. Especially ones authored by a consultant whose name no longer appeared in public records.
The realization settled like ice to Calian. This killer was well prepared and he was wprking someone who bailed him out. If he need to find who this master blaster, he must meet Allen first.
Solyn was pacing when Calian returned. “Did you find something?” she said immediately.
“Yes.” Calian nodded slowly.
Her eyes lit with desperate hope. “Eda.”
“Not her, exactly but I found who killed her,” Calian corrected. “I will trace him down.”
She stiffened. “Who is this killer?”
“Allen Cook,” he said. “Released six months ago. Escalating. Intelligent. And obsessed.”
“With me,” she whispered.
“With you,” Calian replied.
She swallowed hard. “Then I’m coming with you.”
“No.”
The word was immediate. Absolute.
“You don’t get to decide that,” she shot back. “She’s my friend.”
“And that’s exactly why you’re staying here.”
She stepped closer, fury blazing through fear. “You think locking me away will fix this.”
“I think you being alive fixes it.”
She laughed bitterly. “You didn’t protect Eda.”
The silence that followed was dangerous.
Calian’s jaw tightened. “You will not weaponize guilt against me. Eda wasn't my responisbility but you are. So never question me back.”
“I’m not,” she said softly. “I’m asking you not to shut me out.”
He turned away and opened the desk drawer.
The pistol lay exactly where he’d left it.
Her breath hitched. “You’re going to kill him.”
“I’m going to stop him.”
“You said that before.”
Calian slid the gun into his jacket and faced her fully. “This ends tonight.”
She searched his face for hesitation. Found none.
“I’m coming,” she said again.
“No.”
He walked past her.
She didn’t argue again.
The night swallowed the road as Calian drove toward the club district, his focus razor-sharp, senses attuned to every anomaly. He didn’t notice the trunk unlock until the car had already stopped.
He stepped out, scanning the perimeter. Behind him, metal shifted softly. The trunk opened. Solyn climbed out.
Their eyes met and for one long second, neither spoke.
Then Calian closed his eyes.
“You hid,” he said slowly, “in my trunk.”
She lifted her chin. “You weren’t listening.”
“I was protecting you.”
“And I was suffocating inside that mansion.”
His voice dropped. “Get back in the car.”
“No.”
Sirens wailed faintly in the distance. Music thudded through the pavement beneath their feet. The club pulsed ahead, alive and indifferent.
“You don’t understand what this man is,” Calian said tightly.
“I understand he already took something from me,” she replied. “And I won’t let him decide what else I lose.”
He stared at her, anger and fear colliding dangerously close to something else.
“You stay behind me,” he said finally. “You do not move unless I tell you to.”
She nodded once.
They walked toward the lights together.
And somewhere inside the noise, a man who should never have been free was already watching.
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