John’s assistant left the district records office with a brown envelope under his arm.
He did not look satisfied.
The work had taken longer than expected. In the morning, he had gone to the college records section and paid a clerk to let him see Adam’s admission docunts. After that, he ca here, to a governnt office where old identity papers and address records were stored in tired tal cabinets.
Money opened both places.
Not easily, but it opened them.
By the ti he stepped out, he had Adam’s village address, his parents’ nas, a copy of an ID photograph, and two blurry images connected to the family record. The papers were not clean enough for official use, but John did not need official use.
He needed direction.
The assistant had also checked one scholarship note and an old hostel form from the college. Both pointed to the sa thing. Adam had co in through marks, not money. His fees had been delayed twice, and one ergency contact listed a neighbor from the village instead of a relative in the city.
That made the picture clearer before John even saw it.
The assistant went straight to John.
John was in his room, standing near the window instead of reading. The city looked ordinary from there. That ordinary look annoyed him more than a battlefield would have.
"Sir," the assistant said, placing the envelope on the table. "I found it."
John opened the file.
He read the village na first, then the father’s na, then the mother’s. After that he looked at the small photographs.
One photo showed Adam’s father in a faded shirt, standing beside a small field boundary. Another showed his mother outside a low house with a tin shade over the front. The images were not sharp, but they were enough.
"Farrs," he said.
"Yes, sir. Small land, no large business, no political connection, and no strong family backing that I could find."
John read the line again.
That was good.
He had expected sothing like this from Adam’s clothes, habits, and reactions, but expectation was not proof. A man could look poor and still have a hidden family na. A man could act humble because he had been trained to hide himself. John did not like leaving that kind of gap open.
Now the gap was smaller.
Adam did not co from a powerful house. His father was not so rich tycoon hiding behind a rural address. His mother did not belong to a family that could move police, judges, or newspapers with one call. If John crushed Adam openly, there would be no large hand rising from behind him.
That should have made the matter simple.
It did not.
John placed the photograph on the table and tapped it once.
"Send people there," he said. "If we have anyone near that region, use them. If not, hire soone local. I want to know if Adam is in that village."
"Yes, sir."
"Quickly."
"Should they bring him if they find him?"
John looked at him.
"No, they watch first. A man who vanishes once should not be grabbed before we know why he vanished."
The assistant nodded.
John did not sit.
If Adam had run ho, then the matter could still be controlled. A village was easier than the city. Villagers noticed strangers, but they also broke under pressure faster when they did not understand the ga being played around them. John could use a debt, a police complaint, a local official, or a simple rumor to pull Adam out.
He could also use the parents. Not by touching them imdiately. That was crude. A notice from the bank, a land dispute, or one visit from a uniford man would be enough to make a poor family panic. If Adam was hiding near them, he would react.
If Adam was not there, then the problem changed.
John walked slowly around the desk.
He had not hidden the fra job with extre care because he had not needed to. Adam was supposed to fall, panic, and stumble. The purpose had been to push him out of the university and make him visible in a weaker place. Any smart person who investigated the matter could eventually reach John or at least suspect him.
That was acceptable when the target was still in front of him.
But Adam had vanished.
That ant either fear had driven him to a corner John had not checked, or Adam had understood enough to stop moving like a normal victim.
John preferred the second possibility.
It was more interesting.
It was also more dangerous.
The assistant waited near the table, not sure if he should leave.
John looked at him. "If he is in the village, report before touching him. If he is not there, I want every person connected to his family checked. Who sends money, who receives calls, who recently asked about him, everything."
"Understood."
The assistant left.
John remained alone with the papers.
For a few minutes, he studied the photograph. Adam’s face in the docunt looked plain. Young and serious. The kind of face most people ignored in a crowd.
That was the reason John had noticed him in the first place.
People with that kind of face often carried sothing under the surface. John enjoyed finding which one it was and pressing it until the person moved.
With Adam, he had believed the answer was simple.
Now he was not sure.
John smiled.
"Did you find out about ?" he asked the empty room.
The more he thought about it, the more his mood rose. If Adam had really understood the trap and then disappeared, then this was no longer a small cleanup. It was a ga with a person who had chosen defense before begging.
That had value.
John had grown tired of people who broke exactly where he expected them to break.
Most people beca boring after the first push. They begged, threatened, or tried to run toward the sa safe places. Adam had skipped the expected steps, and that made John’s smile grow wider.
He picked up the photograph again and looked at it closely.
"Adam," he said, and this ti his voice carried open amusent, "I want to et you soon, my friend."
Then he laughed loudly enough that the secretary outside the room stopped writing for a mont.
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