Adam did not answer at once.
On the other side, Rovan stayed quiet too, but only because he was waiting. Adam could almost hear the man’s mind working through it. Fear was already there. Greed was still there too.
At last Adam spoke.
"Fine," he said. "I do have a job for you."
Rovan answered carefully.
"Then I’ll do it. But after that, I want everything. All the proof you have on , and the body too."
He was trying to keep his voice steady, but Adam could still hear the strain under it. Rovan was not surrendering. He was buying ti. Fear pushed him to obey, but pride kept whispering that later he could still deal with whoever was behind the call.
Adam started laughing.
The sound carried so clearly over the line that Rovan’s face tightened at once.
"You misunderstood sothing," Adam said. "You still think this is and you. You still think one man got lucky and pulled your secret out by accident."
Rovan said nothing.
Adam kept going.
"We have been watching you for a long ti. Our organization has no reason to throw away a useful police asset like you by exposing you early. And about that hope in your head, the one telling you that maybe you’ll trace later or catch sohow, kill it now. Even if you caught , my organization would never let you go."
He let that sit for a second before adding more weight.
"I’m only a pawn."
Adam was saying it on purpose. If even a little suspicion stayed in Rovan’s head that he was dealing with one clever man and not a group, then the policeman would keep looking for a direct attack. Adam wanted pressure sitting on his thoughts all the ti.
That part worked. Rovan’s breathing had already changed. He was sweating now. Adam could tell from the silence itself. One blackmailer could be hunted. An unseen group was a different matter.
"Can I at least know which organization this is?" Rovan asked.
Adam laughed again, shorter this ti.
"Are you stupid? You wear a uniform and still ask that? Do you think my organization would let tell you sothing like that?"
Then Adam cut deeper.
"We’ve been watching you the whole ti. A little while ago you pressed that girl for her number in the square. Do you want to repeat what you told her too?"
Rovan’s grip tightened around the phone.
That hit much harder than the earlier threats.
The murder proof was one thing, but this was imdiate. This was recent. This ant the people behind the call had eyes on him now, not just on his past. For one quick second, a thought flashed through his head that maybe the girl herself was part of it. Then he pushed that away. No. That was too simple. If this was real, then he had to assu they were watching from more than one side.
That thought led him sowhere even worse.
If they were watching now, then he would have to move carefully in every direction. He would have to warn the owner. He would have to think about the others too. He would have to figure out where these eyes were hiding before he could even think about a move of his own.
"I understand," he said at last.
Adam heard the change in his tone.
For now, the man had accepted that resisting blindly would only make things worse.
"Good," Adam said. "Then listen."
Rovan stayed silent.
"You need to investigate sothing for . I want to know whether other organizations have entered this province. I want to know how many outside groups are trying to establish themselves here by influencing underworld people and pulling them to their side."
That made Rovan blink.
Until then, he had still been moving between possibilities in his head: governnt pressure, a private group, a lone madman, or so rich man’s hidden fixer. But the mont he heard underworld infiltration spoken so directly, one answer started crushing the others.
This was not so official team.
This was not so private businessman who had stumbled onto the truth.
This had to be an underworld organization.
And if it was an underworld organization, then the scale of the danger changed. It also opened another thought in Rovan’s head. If he played this carefully, maybe he could investigate them too while pretending to obey.
That was why a small smile almost touched his mouth before he buried it.
"Fine," he said in a calm voice. "I’ll investigate it and report back."
"No," Adam said imdiately. "You’re misunderstanding again. I will call you, or I’ll send word to you. If we feel even a little bit that you’re trying to trace us, follow us, or play a separate ga, we won’t hesitate. Before you die, we’ll strip you bare in public. And not just you. Your bosses too."
Adam said that part on purpose. He did not want only one policeman on the line. He wanted the n above him as well.
On the other end, Rovan went still.
He understood the aning well enough. This was not a threat aid at only one man’s survival. This was a threat aid at every layer above him too.
"I understand," he said again.
Adam ended the call right there.
He did not stay in the booth for even one extra breath. He stepped out at once, moved down the road, turned at the first crossing, then raised his hand and pasted Rovan’s phone again.
The device appeared in front of him.
Adam unlocked nothing. He simply opened the mail first.
Then his eyes sharpened.
The screen refreshed on its own. New loading marks appeared. One mail ca in, then another. A saved number that had not been there a short while ago appeared in the contact list too.
Adam checked again.
The sent mails from before were there.
The inbox had updated.
The contact data had updated.
For a second he just stared at the screen. Then he understood.
This phone was not only a copied object anymore. In one very specific way, it was acting like a window.
Rovan might not know it, but Adam did now.
As long as he could paste this phone, he could keep watching it.
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