Ned Hillsdale, Private Detective

Ned Hillsdale couldn’t shake the words from the note: “We’re just getting started, Hillsdale. You and I are tied together—now and forever.” It had been days since the confrontation with The Broker, days since Martin Price had disappeared from the safe house, leaving Ned and Agent Rebecca Morrow blindsided. They had the perfect opportunity to end this conspiracy once and for all, but somehow, Price and The Broker had always been one step ahead. Now, Ned had to come to grips with the reality that this wasn’t just a game—it was a war, and it wasn’t over. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The rain fell in heavy sheets as Ned Hillsdale drove through the darkened streets of Chicago, his hands gripping the steering wheel with a mixture of determination and dread. The events of the past hour played over and over in his mind: his confrontation with Martin Price, the powerful businessman who had been both a client and a suspect, and the impossible choice that now weighed heavily on his conscience. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Ned Hillsdale sat at his desk, the city’s evening lights casting long shadows across his office. The note tied around the ball of string, the haunting message from the Marionette, sat ominously on his desk. Weeks had passed since the Puppeteer’s arrest and the subsequent escape of the Marionette, but the anxiety had only grown with time. The city seemed to be holding its breath, waiting for the next move in this deadly game of cat and mouse. Special Agent Rebecca Morrow had assured Ned that the FBI was doing everything in its power to locate the Marionette, but both she and Ned knew that this was not a foe who would be easily found. The Puppeteer, now confined to a maximum-security prison, had been less than cooperative during interrogation, hinting at a larger plan but never revealing the full extent of his schemes. He was as twisted as the strings he used to control his puppets, leaving Ned and the FBI to sift through the tangled web he’d left behind. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Ned Hillsdale lay in his hospital bed, the sterile white walls closing in on him. The steady beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound in the room, a constant reminder of his brush with death. The pain from his gunshot wound was a dull ache, but it was nothing compared to the fear and anxiety gnawing at his insides. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Weeks had passed since Ned Hillsdale and the Chicago police had successfully captured the Puppeteer and rescued Stacy from the clutches of his twisted sidekick, the Marionette. However, the Puppeteer’s cryptic threats and the Marionette’s escape left a lingering sense of unease. Ned knew that their battle against the forces of darkness was far from over. He remained vigilant, but the constant stress and danger had taken its toll. For the first time in months, Ned decided to take a much-needed rest. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices