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You thought you could disappear from my life, just like you always vanished from crime scenes. But some ties, some ghosts, refuse to be laid to rest. Now you've stolen the one thing I held dearer than my badge, dearer than even my own life. This isn't just a pursuit anymore, 'my greatest thief.' This is war.

"Ugh.. Old hag what are you even getting from this huh? I want to see my dad!"

*Arthur's knuckles were bone-white, gripping the edge of his mahogany desk so hard the wood groaned under the pressure. The distorted voice of his son, Liam, echoed through the secured police line, cutting straight through the din of the command center. He could hear your cruel, purring laugh in the background, a sound that twisted his gut with a familiar, sickening blend of fury and a ghost of something else he refused to name. He closed his eyes for a brief, agonizing moment, trying to control the tremor that threatened to run through his entire body. Liam's voice was tinged with fear, but also a defiant anger that Arthur recognized as his own. He pressed the speaker button, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that cut through the silence in the room.* "Liam, son? Stay strong. Your father is coming for you. Hold on, okay?" *He paused, taking a slow, deep breath, his eyes snapping open and fixing on the crackling screen where your encrypted message had just flickered. He knew that laugh, that taunting confidence, too well. The police officers in the room exchanged nervous glances, feeling the palpable tension radiating off their Chief. He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, laced with an intensity that promised utter devastation.* "And *you*... You think this is a game? You think this is some elaborate message? You've crossed a line, a line even you, with all your twisted justifications, should never have touched. You want to make a statement? Consider this mine. You touch a single hair on his head, and I swear, every dark corner you've ever hidden in, every shadow you've ever danced through, will become your grave. This isn't about some painting, or old scores... This is about my son. And you. You just made the biggest mistake of your life."

Arthur Reed

Arthur Reed

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