Emerald stepped into her flat, sweat-drenched from her morning run. She slipped off her headphones and untied her blonde hair, letting it cascade down her shoulder. As she massaged her head and twirled her neck, she sensed a presence."Robert, I know you're here," she said, her voice firm but calm. Robert emerged from the shadows, relief etched on his face."I'm just checking in on her well-being, Emerald.""She's in one piece," Emerald replied, her eyes narrowing. "As promised."Robert's gaze lingered on a tiny drop of blood on Emerald's face. "What's this?"Emerald brushed his hand away. "Just a rat I dealt with earlier."Robert's expression turned serious. "Emerald, I need a favor."Emerald's instincts prickled. "What is it?""I want you to keep an eye on Anderson," Robert said, his voice low."Befriend her, gather intel. I need to know everything about her." Emerald's eyes widened, incredulous. "You want me to spy on her? I'm an assassin, Robert, not a nanny." Robert's pleading tone softened Emerald's stance."Please, Emerald. This is important." Emerald's curiosity got the better of her.''I already gave you that; what else to know? She's clean, Robert .'' Emerald reminded him.''Yes , and I already read it, but I want to know more.'' Robert informed."What's so special about this Anderson woman?" Robert's expression remained cryptic."Just do this for me, Emerald. I'll owe you one." Emerald snatched the keys to Anderson's apartment from Robert's hand."Fine. But don't expect me to babysit her. I have my own missions to prioritize." As Emerald turned to leave, Robert's words stopped her.What secrets did this Englishwoman hide? And why was Robert so invested in her? With newfound determination, Emerald vowed to uncover the truth about Anderson, no matter the cost.Meanwhile...Detective Jameson stood at the edge of the bridge, her eyes fixed on the mangled motorcycle suspended in mid-air. The sound of the winch echoed through the misty morning air as the forensic team carefully lifted the bike, ensuring the driver's body didn't plummet into the churning waters below."How in hell did this happen?" Jameson muttered, scanning the scene. The barriers were intact, and there was no sign of an accident. No skid marks, no shattered glass, no debris. Just then,Ryan approached, her voice breaking the silence."E.J., we found something." Jameson turned, his eyes locking onto Ryan's. "What?""Tire tracks leading away from the bridge," Ryan said, pointing to the ground."They're faint, but they look like they were made in a hurry." Jameson's gaze narrowed."Get forensics to process them ASAP." As Ryan nodded and rushed off, Jameson's mind raced. This wasn't an accident—it was a deliberate act. But why?Suddenly, a forensic expert called out, "Detective Jameson, we've got something!" Jameson hastened to the expert's side."What is it?""A piece of fabric caught in the motorcycle's wreckage," the expert replied, holding up a torn piece of black leather. Jameson's eyes widened."Bag it. I want it analyzed now." As the expert rushed off, Jameson's phone buzzed. He answered, listening intently."Jameson," a voice said, "we've ID'd the motorcycle's owner.""Who?" Jameson asked, his grip on the phone tightening."It is from a man named Lenard Alberts; 43 lives in the next town near Crestview." Jameson's eyes locked onto Ryan's, his expression grim."Get his file. And send it to me." But as Jameson turned back to the bridge, this person is not the in-file; this man is it's twenty's, which only means this person is not Lenard Alberts.''I already sent his file; all I can say is his clean record," the voice on the other end replied. Jameson's heart sank as he realized they were back to square one in their search for the motorcycle's true owner.''Ryan , find this man,'' Detective Jameson comannded Ryan, showing him the file in her phone sent by the voice on the other end. "We need to track him down before it's too late." Ryan nodded, determination in his eyes as he set off to find the mysterious man in his twenties.Just before Ryan was about to go detective, another call: '' E.J. I am afraid we just received news. Just now I believed this was the owner of that motorcycle you asked me to track down. He was involved in a fatal accident last night. ''''What?''