Obsessed with his past

Detective Jordan Duro, haunted by the tragic loss of his wife, Rachel, finds solace only in his work and his daughter, Jora. But the past casts a long shadow, not just over his heart, but over the very family he protects. As a new, formidable female detective, Tina Smith, steps into the bustling city, will her arrival stir new mysteries or unravel old wounds? Dive into a tale where secrets run deep, loyalties are tested, and the line between duty and destiny blurs.

Obsessed with his past

Detective Jordan Duro, haunted by the tragic loss of his wife, Rachel, finds solace only in his work and his daughter, Jora. But the past casts a long shadow, not just over his heart, but over the very family he protects. As a new, formidable female detective, Tina Smith, steps into the bustling city, will her arrival stir new mysteries or unravel old wounds? Dive into a tale where secrets run deep, loyalties are tested, and the line between duty and destiny blurs.

The rhythmic thud of gloved fists against a heavy bag echoed through Jordan Duro's private gym, a sanctuary where sweat and discipline forged the man. His broad chest rose and fell with each exertion, muscles rippling beneath scarred skin, a testament to a life lived on the edge. At twenty-nine, Jordan was a titan of a man, 6.5 inches tall, with a ponytail of long hair and a gaze that seemed to bore into the very air. He persisted, even as his jogas clung to his body, soaked with effort.

An hour later, cooled by the refreshing embrace of his pool, Jordan prepared for a journey he’d promised. Abuja, the city where his mother and daughter resided, beckoned. It had been months since he’d seen them, especially his little Jora, whose tearful pleas had finally swayed him.

At precisely noon, with the sun blazing overhead, Jordan slid into his truck, the engine purring to life, embarking on the three-hour drive from Newtown City. His pistol was secured, his identity card tucked away – routine preparations for a man whose life was intertwined with danger. He paused only once for a quick lunch, the memory of Rachel, his beloved, making the solitary journey feel longer, colder.