The atmosphere in the police precinct was tense, filled with the sounds of officers hurrying to gather information and follow up on every lead. The chief investigator, a seasoned officer known for his no-nonsense approach, gave a brisk order to his team, "We need every detail about her—no delay. Once we have that, we'll move." The officers around him responded immediately, their determination clear as they set off to follow his instructions.
Meanwhile, amidst the busy scene, Rosy's phone suddenly rang. She looked down, surprised to see an unknown number lighting up her screen. With slight hesitation, she answered, pressing the phone to her ear. The moment she did, a voice she hadn't heard in years—one both sweet and haunting—spoke from the other end.
"Hello, Rosy," the man said softly, his voice carrying a gentle familiarity that instantly set her heart racing.
Rosy's face froze as if she'd been struck by lightning. She felt an overwhelming shock, her body locking up, her face paling. She knew that voice, and it sent a shiver down her spine. The phone slipped from her grasp, hitting the ground as she stood rooted in place, her thoughts spiraling. Why him? Why now? Questions flooded her mind in rapid succession, and yet she had no answers. Her feelings were a mix of confusion and dread, a whirlwind she couldn't contain. She was overwhelmed—she couldn't tell if she was happy, scared, or both. All she could hear was his voice echoing in her mind.
From the fallen phone, his voice continued, worried now: "Hello, Rosy? Are you there?" He repeated the question, but Rosy was paralyzed, unable to respond. After another moment of silence, he hung up, leaving only an eerie quiet in the room.
Nearby, Dr. Olive—a close friend and someone Rosy trusted—had been talking to the police, trying to assist with the investigation. He'd been providing information about Helix when he heard the unmistakable sound of Rosy's phone hitting the ground. Concerned, he turned and quickly approached her, seeing her expression still frozen in shock.
"Rosy!" he called out gently, putting his hands on her shoulders to steady her as he gave her a light shake. "Are you alright? What happened? Whose call was that?"
Her gaze finally refocused, and she blinked, looking at him as though waking from a nightmare. She opened her mouth to respond, but only a few fragmented words came out, "It was… that phone…"
Before she could say more, a police officer interrupted them, urgency flashing in his eyes. "We have a lead," he announced.
Rosy and Dr. Olive looked at each other, a surge of hope filling them. "What did you find?" they asked in unison, their voices tinged with desperation.
"Come with me," the officer said, leading them to his desk, where a monitor displayed the latest tracking results. He pointed at the screen, which showed a map with a marked location—the exact spot where Helix's phone and car were located.
"We've tracked her to an area near the Millennium Bridge. Both her car and phone are in the same place," he explained, his voice calm but serious.
At the mention of the Millennium Bridge, Rosy's face loses the last bit of color. Memories surfaced, memories she had tried to bury, and her hands began to tremble. Dr. Olive noticed this and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, sensing her unease.
The officer, aware of the tension, tried to calm them. "Please don't worry; we've already sent additional officers to that area to secure it."
But Rosy was resolute. "No, I need to be there," she insisted, her voice steady yet filled with a determination that left no room for argument. She took a step toward the door, ready to go.
Dr. Olive nodded in agreement. "We're going too," he said, guiding Rosy outside toward his car. Without further hesitation, they prepared to face whatever awaited them at the bridge.
Across town, Jacob was racing through the streets of London, his mind solely focused on reaching Dr. Melvin Labbo's estate as quickly as possible. He was headed to Beau House, a grand mansion known as one of London's most lavish properties. Dr. Melvin, a renowned physician, lived and worked here, surrounded by elegance and privacy.
As he reached Beau House, Jacob parked hastily in the expansive driveway, not wasting a second to admire the impressive architecture. He carefully lifted Helix from the back seat, where she lay unconscious, her face pale and her breathing shallow. Cradling her protectively, he rushed toward the front entrance, moving with purpose toward the private elevator that led directly to Dr. Melvin's quarters.
When the elevator doors opened on the fifth floor, one of Dr. Melvin's servants was waiting, and without a word, he gestured for Jacob to follow him. They walked quickly down a hallway toward Dr. Melvin's private medical room.
"Please, let us be alone," Jacob instructed the servant as they arrived, his tone quiet but firm.
Inside, Dr. Melvin was waiting, surrounded by his medical equipment, prepared for the emergency. He looked up a calm but serious expression on his face. "You're finally here," he said, his voice carrying a slight hint of reproach. "Every minute counts. Bring her in quickly."
Without further words, Jacob placed Helix gently on the examination bed, his face lined with worry. "She needs your help, Dr. Melvin," he said softly, his voice betraying the anxiety he felt.
Dr. Melvin nodded, immediately beginning his examination with the skill and precision of a seasoned professional. He motioned for Jacob to take a seat on a nearby couch. "Sit here. I'll let you know once she's stabilized."
After several tense minutes, Dr. Melvin finally turned to Jacob, offering a reassuring smile. "She's stable now and should regain consciousness soon. You can relax."
Jacob exhaled a sigh of relief, his whole body sagging as if a heavy weight had been lifted. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, a small smile of gratitude forming. "Thank you, Dr. Melvin," he said, his voice filled with emotion.
Dr. Melvin studied him thoughtfully. "You seem deeply concerned about her. Who is she, Jacob? She must mean a lot to you."
Jacob looked away, uncomfortable with the question. "Why don't you go check on your other patients?" he replied sharply, though his voice wavered.
Dr. Melvin raised an eyebrow, a small smile forming. "I'm simply curious. It's not every day I see you this affected. Tell me—who have I treated today?"
Jacob took a deep breath, resting his head in his hands, struggling with emotions he couldn't explain. "I don't know," he murmured.
Dr. Melvin's expression turned puzzled. "You don't know her, yet here you are, clearly shaken and willing to do anything to help her?"
Jacob remained silent, unable to explain the strange connection he felt. The room fell quiet as Dr. Melvin watched him with both curiosity and a growing sense of respect, understanding that this was no ordinary encounter and that there was far more to this story than he could see.