“The same Michael who…?”
“Yes,” Ethan muttered.
“The same man who insisted Ava’s death looked like an overdose…
The same man who urged me to bury her quickly and ‘move on.’”
Pieces fell together—cold, sharp, devastating.
Michael had been pushing for a massive deal that Ethan was reluctant to sign.
Killing Ava—or making Ethan believe she was dead—would send him into enough grief-stricken chaos to sign anything.
It was monstrous. Calculated.
Ethan stood abruptly.
“I’m going to the police.”
But Malik stepped forward.
“Sir… with all due respect, you need evidence. Real evidence.
People like him don’t fall unless you have everything.”
Ethan looked at the boy—this homeless kid who risked everything just to tell the truth.
“You’re right,” he whispered.
“Will you help me?”
Malik swallowed hard and nodded.
“Yes. For Ava.”
❖ Justice
Over the next two days, investigators examined Malik’s testimony, surveillance footage, and the trail of Michael’s car.
The evidence piled up.
Soon, Michael Grant was arrested on charges including attempted murder, obstruction of justice, and possession of controlled substances.
Ethan watched the news, fury simmering beneath his skin.
Malik sat beside him, wide-eyed.
“You did it,” Ethan said.
“You saved Ava. And you saved me.”
Malik shifted uncomfortably.
“I just… did the right thing.”
“No,” Ethan corrected gently.
“You did what was brave.”
When Ava finally woke—weak, confused, but alive—Ethan introduced her to Malik.
“This boy saved your life,” he said.
Ava reached out, voice soft.
“Thank you… for not giving up on me.”
Malik’s eyes shone.
“I’m just glad you’re okay.”
Ethan placed a hand on Malik’s shoulder.
“You’re not going back to the streets.
As of today, you’re family.”
Malik gasped softly.
For the first time in years, he felt safe.
