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Savior laughed harder this time, the tension cracking just a bit. He didn’t argue. Couldn’t.
“Fuck you.”
Olivia smirked. “Don’t need to. But seriously—do you love her?”
That word hit like a sucker punch to the chest. And it’s the second time today someone asked. Savior exhaled, trying to brush it off.
“I didn’t come over here for that.”
“Whatever,” she shrugged. “You always end up telling me eventually. When you’re ready.”
She reached for a folder and slid it across the coffee table toward him.
“This is the assassination job Sin led a year ago. I got in touch with the detective who worked the case. He sent everything—crime scene reports, forensics, photos, autopsy files.”
Savior flipped it open, eyes scanning the pages. Gruesome crime scene shots. Typed witness statements. Forensic breakdowns.
But something was missing.
“There was onlyonebody recovered?” he asked, brow furrowing.
Olivia nodded. “Yeah. That was Raz. No sign of William. My bad, Lazarus.”
His jaw tightened. “So he’s alive?”
“There’s a strong possibility,” Olivia replied. “Sin’s still running facial recognition on the new photo to confirm. But according to the official report... the only confirmed corpse in that fire was Raz.”
Savior kept flipping, disbelief tightening his chest.
“Wild said theygunnedhim down. Burned the house after. Said Lazarus was already dead before they lit the match. How thefuckdoes someone survive that?”
“I don’t know,” Olivia admitted. “But you know how psychos like Lazarus are. Niggas like that got nine lives.”
She stood, walked to her file cabinet, and pulled another folder free.
“I dug deeper. Checked hospitals in the area. If Wild was right and Lazarus was bleeding out, someone had to treat him. But... he never checked in. No ER reports, no fake names, nothing.”
She paused, laying the second file in front of him.
“But Ididfind this. A patient admitted to St. Joseph’s Memorial that same night—same time window. Woman. Third-degree burns. Gunshot wound to the abdomen. Pregnant.”
Savior stared at the folder before slowly opening it.
“What’s her name?” he asked.
Olivia hesitated.
“That’s the bad news. She’s listed asJane Doe.And not as a placeholder or alias. Herlegalname in the system is Jane Doe. Nothing else.”
Savior’s eyes lifted, mugging her hard.
“It doesn’t make sense,” she said, frustration in her voice now. “No ID. No security footage of her being brought in. No ambulance logs. It’s like she never existed.”
Savior clenched his jaw, staring down at the file.
First Selene. Now this.
It was like the universe was daring him to lose control.
