Chapter 1705

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“We’re on enemy turf. If we stay, we lose the upper hand.”

“But Silas’s condition is incredibly unstable. Moving him now could put his life at severe risk.”

He wasn’t entirely out of the woods yet and ideally needed at least three days of observation before transport.

But with the high probability that their location had been compromised, staying was just as deadly.

Tandy sighed heavily. When it rained, it poured.

“Why don’t we just grab this Gloria woman and find out if she leaked anything?” Rory suggested.

She was a straightforward woman of action. To her, taking control of the suspect meant taking control of the situation.

What if Gloria hadn’t sent the message yet and was just waiting for a higher bidder? “No, we don’t have a shred of evidence,” Stephen immediately countered.

Rory and Jace exchanged a knowing look. Neither dared to argue with Stephen.

They had all come from the same covert training academy, but Stephen was a living legend. He didn’t even work there anymore, yet his ghost still haunted the halls.

“We don’t need evidence. We’ll just say we got a tip and have Dewitt’s guys handle the snatch,” Claire offered.

She thought Rory’s plan was flawless and fully endorsed it.

Tandy agreed that desperate times called for desperate measures. They were in a lawless foreign land; playing by the book was a luxury they couldn’t afford.

While Stephen was known to bend the rules, he clearly underestimated this chaotic

crew.

His young cousin and her friends operated entirely outside the system. They had zero respect for red tape and no fear of the consequences.

As for Tandy, he was probably a repeat offender.

Stephen realized there was a very good reason the brass had chosen him to lead this extraction.

When things went south, he could hold the line, but he also knew exactly how to exploit the gray areas.

A standard detective from the city wouldn’t have survived a day out here.

The team sprang into action, intercepting Gloria on her way to the restroom and dragging her away.

They hauled her straight into the morgue.

The hospital was small, and aside from her shifts in the cafeteria, Gloria had plenty of free time.

She was no stranger to the morgue.

But being locked inside one against your will was a completely different, horrifying experience.

Claire and the others hadn’t originally planned on using the morgue for the interrogation.

But Stephen had insisted that people with dark secrets were terrified.

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Claire looked at her older cousin with newfound respect.

She wondered if his department genuinely believed that the endpoint of forensic science was the paranormal.

When Gloria finally regained consciousness in the freezing room, she let out a bloodcurdling scream.

She had no idea who was playing this sick joke on her!

But she knew today was the day the bodies were scheduled for the crematorium. And…

Her negotiations hadn’t gone well two days ago. Was this a revenge hit?

Were they going to toss her into the incinerator along with the corpses?

Gloria was absolutely terrified.

“Who’s there?! Show yourself!”

She thrashed violently, trying to hurl herself off the autopsy table, only to were bound tightly.

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She shrieked a name in the local dialect.

Claire felt a pang of regret. They didn’t have a translator.

She had no idea what Gloria was screaming about.

Wasn’t Gloria from Solenia?

How did she know the local dialect of The Zen Marches? Did she learn it recently, or had she been trained?

Fortunately, Stephen spoke enough of the regional dialect to piece together her frantic babbling.

This woman was trafficking corpses and harvesting organs!

He didn’t quite understand the market for whole corpses yet, but her screams revealed that a powerful buyer had demanded the heart of a specific patient.

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