Page 129 of Rose
“So, any location on where Jane Doe is now?” Savior asked, desperation bleeding into his voice. “She might be connected to William somehow.”
Olivia didn’t answer right away. Her eyes dropped to the file.
“Dead,” she finally said. Quiet. Heavy.
Savior’s body stilled. His blood started to simmer.
“Dead?” he repeated, barely above a whisper.
“According to the hospital records... she died a few days after the incident. No autopsy. No funeral. Just a single line on a chart.Time of death. Cause of death. End of file.”
His jaw locked. The muscle ticked violently at the side of his face. His hand curled into a tight fist on his knee.
“Bullshit.” The word dropped like a threat.
“They just let apregnant womanwith a gunshot wound and third-degree burnsdie,and nobody asked questions?”
“I said the same thing,” Olivia murmured, eyes dark. “Nothing adds up. No body released to next of kin. No records of burial. No cremation. It’s like she just... vanished.”
Savior stood, pacing now. The walls of Olivia’s office felt like they were closing in.
“She didn’t die,” he muttered, more to himself than her.
“You don’t know that—”
“No.” He cut her off, his voice low and certain. “Ifeelit. Ghosts don’t leave this many clues unless theywantto be found. This wasn’t a failed hit. This was a fuckingescape.”
He turned and met her eyes, his stare sharp enough to slice through glass.
“Someone wiped her clean.”
Olivia slowly nodded. “And if that’s true… whoever Jane Doe really is, she’s still out there.”
Savior’s breath caught in his throat, rage building beneath the surface. Everything inside him was screaming. None of it made sense. It was too clean. Too controlled.
“I’m feeling played, Olivia,” he said through gritted teeth.
And that? That was a feeling he couldn’t fucking stand.
“I know,” she said softly, scanning the chaos of files. “Shit’s not adding up.”
“All we got is a blurry-ass photo of some nigga in sandals walking down the street,” Savior growled.
“Pretty much. Until Sincere comes back with facial recognition, that’s all we have,” Olivia said with a sigh.
“We need to meet with Cain again,” Savior said, standing tall. “Pick his brain. See if there’s anything else he didn’t say.”
“What about Jane Doe?”
“She’s a dead end—for now. But Cain might know if William had a family before he went ghost. If there’s a thread to pull, he’ll have it.”
He grabbed his keys and headed for the door.
“Set up the meeting.”
“You know your father’s gonna want to be there,” Olivia added.
Savior paused at the doorway, nodding once. “That’s cool. I’ll hit you later.”
