"The patient is ready for his operation," a voice crackled over the intercom. It wasn't the head of surgery. It was a voice Mara recognized from a thousand audiobook narrations—the voice of a villain who was supposed to be fictional.
Mara entered the room. The man looked exactly like the photos on his book jackets, but his eyes were wide, darting toward the corners of the ceiling as if tracking an invisible spider. "Mr. Gómez-Jurado?" she whispered.
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The lights in the hospital flickered and died. In the sudden darkness, the sound of a heavy door clicking shut echoed through the ward. Mara realized then that this wasn't a medical case. She was inside a plot that had already been written, and according to the rules of a Gómez-Jurado thriller, no one was ever truly safe until the final page.
At first, she thought it was a prank. The famous author was known for his intricate thrillers and the legendary Red Queen, Antonia Scott. But the man sitting in Room 402 wasn’t a storyteller; he was a riddle. He had been found wandering near the Prado Museum, clutching a worn leather notebook, repeating a single phrase: "The clock has stopped in the White City." "The patient is ready for his operation," a
"It’s just a story, Juan," she said, her voice clinical and calm.
Mara reached into her white lab coat. Her fingers brushed against something cold and metallic. She pulled out a small, silver pin—a chess piece. A red queen. Mara entered the room
He finally looked at her, a terrifyingly sharp grin spreading across his face. "Is it? Check your pocket."