studiobondurri Chapter 314 - 314: Funeral Pyre
Chapter 314 - 314: Funeral Pyre
Ezra sat in his office, the hum of the peacekeeper HQ barely registering in the back of his mind.
His fingers drummed against the edge of his desk as he stared absentmindedly at the only lamp shining on his desk. The daylight to night system had kicked in hours ago, turning off the light and he hadn't even noticed.
It had been days since Green's escape and Hyde's body had gone missing, and yet, despite all their efforts, he and the peacekeepers were no closer to finding either of them.
The HQ had been locked down immediately after the incident, security checkpoints reinforced, protocols tightened, but nothing.
It was as though Green and Hyde had simply vanished into thin air, pulled from the city by some unseen hand.
The silence surrounding the situation was almost as troubling as the disappearances themselves.
Ezra's eyes narrowed as he thought about the City Lord, James Harlow. Faewall was James's domain, and it was impossible to believe that he hadn't heard something about Green or Hyde's body.
He had expected pressure from James, a summons, or at least an inquiry. But there had been nothing.
James had remained uncharacteristically quiet, and that silence was louder than any words could have been.
Ezra's instincts told him that James knew more than he was letting on. If James were truly in the dark, he would've been demanding answers, pushing Ezra for results. Instead, there was nothing. No pressure, no orders, not even a whisper of concern.
Why the silence? Ezra wondered, frowning as he thought about it. If James had really taken Green and Hyde, why do it so covertly? Why not simply command Ezra to hand them over?
He couldn't figure out the motive. James had enough power and influence to take what he wanted without playing these games. And yet, Ezra couldn't shake the feeling that the City Lord was involved, somehow.
With a deep sigh, Ezra stood, pushing back his chair and stretching his stiff muscles.
He couldn't afford to dwell on this uncertainty anymore. If James was hiding something, that was none of his business.
For now, he'd continue with his investigation. Fortunately, he had another lead to chase.
The Forge Trust.
Ezra's investigation into this so-called charitable trust had been halted by the current
He laid him gently on the ground, wincing as his own burned skin chafed against the cloth rubbing on it. His hands were blistered and his arms singed but he didn't care.
The firemen rushed forward, immediately assessing the situation. Ezra stepped back, letting them take over as they tried to revive the man. He wiped the sweat and soot from his face, watching them with a sharp eye.
That man was his only source of information on Forge Trust.
Whoever had been behind this attack had done so to destroy evidence, to eliminate any witnesses.
But they hadn't been fast enough. This man was still alive, barely, and he might have the answers Ezra needed.
He had to get this man to speak. Whatever had happened at the Forge Trust, it was connected to Green, Hyde, and whatever conspiracy was happening in Faewall now.
But right now, all Ezra could do was wait and hope that the man survived long enough to give him the truth.