Chapter 5 - THE HOUSE WATCHERI couldn't breathe.

Someone had been watching my home.
For how long?
The police searched my apartment.
Nothing had been stolen.
That somehow made it worse.
Whoever had entered wasn't looking for valuables.
They were sending a message.
My neighbor had seen a black SUV parked outside earlier that day.
The vehicle was gone by the time police arrived.
I barely slept.
At 4:17 a.m., my phone rang.
Unknown number.
I answered.
Silence.
Then a woman's voice.
âDr. Jenkins?â
âYes.â
âDon't trust the police.â
The line went dead.
I stared at the screen.
Twenty minutes later, one of the officers from the hospital called.
They had found Emily.
She was not far away.
But she wasn't alone.
She had been found inside an abandoned clinic owned by a company tied to Daniel Harris.
She was unconscious again.
And someone had injected her with something.
When I reached the clinic, police had already surrounded it.
Emily was alive.
Barely.
She had a fresh bruise around her neck.
But there was something else.
A small metal key tied around her wrist.
I recognized the number engraved on it.
We brought her back to the hospital.
This time, she stayed under constant guard.
When she woke, she asked for me.
I sat beside her.
âEmily.â
She looked at me.
âYou found the key.â
âYes.â
Her eyes filled with tears.
âI stole it.â
âFrom whom?â
âDaniel.â
âWhy?â
âTo prove he wasn't working alone.â
She looked toward the hallway.
âMichael Carter isn't the leader.â
My stomach tightened.
âThen who is?â
Emily swallowed.
âThe person above him.â
âWho?â
She whispered:
âYour hospital administrator.â
I froze.
âDr. Richard Vale?â
She nodded.
âNo.â
She stopped.
Then shook her head harder.
âNot Richard.â
âWho?â
âThe board.â
I didn't understand.
âThe hospital board?â
She nodded.
âThey control everything.â
âWhy would they do this?â
Emily stared at the ceiling.
âBecause it isn't about hurting women.â
âThen what is it about?â
âMoney.â
She began crying.
âThey use the women to hide something.â
âWhat?â
Emily looked at me.
âOrgan trafficking.â
The words hit like a punch.
Before I could ask more, the door opened.
Dr. Richard Vale entered.
He closed the door behind him.
âSarah, we need to talk.â
I stood.
âAbout Emily?â
âAbout your investigation.â
He looked at Emily.
Then at me.
âYou need to stop.â
I stared at him.
âAre you threatening me?â
âNo.â
He stepped closer.
âI'm warning you.â
Then he leaned toward me and whispered:
âBecause the next cast won't be on Emily.â
May you like
His eyes met mine.
âIt will be on someone you love.â