Chapter 3 Update
The days that followed did not simply continue my misery — they deepened it. The rain became a kind of tyranny, drumming against the windows with a persistence that felt personal, as though the sky itself had taken an interest in my downfall. Indoors, the air felt stale, heavy, and I moved through it like a man half‑awake, half‑drowned. I replayed everything. Every word. Every face. Every mistake. Susie’s face surfaced first — always first. That blonde hair, that poised confidence, that faint smile that suggested she knew more than she ever let on. She had drifted through the events like a ghost with purpose. Had Anderson hired her? Had she been working for Roman? Or was she tied to Dave Green in ways I had not yet begun to understand? Her disappearance was too clean, too swift. People don’t vanish like that unless they know how. Then the diamonds. Anderson’s diamonds. A fortune entrusted to Dave Green — a man who had slipped out of sight with the ease of someone who had rehears...
