Great! Here's **Chapter 3**, where Jakub and Argo delve deeper into the case, the first serious suspect emerges, and the tension mounts. --

 

## **Chapter 3: First Shadow of Suspicion**

The city was slowly waking up, the morning fog casting a silvery glow on the streets. Commissioner Jakub Nowak climbed into his old, black official car, and Argo jumped into the seat next to him, still ready for action.

"Today we're checking the address I found in that man's papers," he said, starting the engine. "Maybe one of us wants to help us too much, or maybe just the opposite…"

Argo lifted his nose, sensing the tension in the air. Jakub always said that a dog can smell things a human can't.

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### **Meeting the First Suspect**

The address led them to the outskirts of town, to old industrial buildings where the smell of grease and rust mingled with the dust. Jakub stopped the car, and Argo jumped out, sniffing the air, and slowly led him toward one of the halls.

"Quiet, Argo," he whispered, grabbing his gun. "We don't know what awaits us."

A middle-aged man wearing a leather jacket was inside. His face was obscured by shadow, but his eyes gleamed with intelligence and cold calculation.

"You're looking for trouble, Commissioner," the man said, his voice low and filled with irony. "Or they're looking for you."

"Who are you?" Jakub asked, never taking his eyes off him.

"Call me **Rokicki**. I used to know a colleague of yours from the unit. Now… I'm just an observer."

Rokicki took a step toward Jakub, and Argo barked a warning, baring his teeth. The man made no gesture of aggression, but the air was tense.

"Do you want to tell us anything about the symbols and the key found on the bodies?" Jakub asked.

Rokicki smiled slightly, as if waiting for the right moment to answer.

"Not everything at once. But I can tell you one thing—the person behind these murders knows every move the police make, every lead. He's someone who plans his actions with cold precision."

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### **A Dangerous Game**

Jakub felt they were entering a game whose rules were dictated by the enemy. Every step had to be carefully considered, every move carefully calculated. Argo sat at his side, ready to react to the slightest threat.

"You can help us, you can hinder us," the commissioner said, looking at Rokicki. "But if you're hiding something from us…"

Rokicki interrupted him with a cold smile:

"If I'm hiding something, it's because I'm waiting for you to discover the truth for yourself. But be careful… not everything is as it seems."

The commissioner felt a chill run down his spine. The dog growled softly, his nostrils flaring nervously—he sensed the lie and the tension in the air.

"Okay, Rokicki," Jakub said, holstering his gun. "We'll observe. But remember—any false clue will have consequences."

Rokicki simply nodded and disappeared into the shadows, leaving a disturbing trail of mystery behind him.

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### **New Clues and Growing Tension**

After meeting with Rokicki, Jakub returned to the station. Argo sat down next to his desk, staring at the city map, where the commissioner was marking the locations of victims and symbols.

"Something's not right here, Argo," he said. "Everything's too deliberate, as if someone was playing us like pawns on a chessboard."

The dog sniffed toward one of the map's points—an old cemetery, an abandoned chapel on the edge of town. Jakub read the signal: this could be the enemy's next move, or a trap.

“It's going to be a long night,” he muttered. “But we'll get through this together.”

And so began a true game of cat and mouse, with innocent lives at stake, and each move leading Jacob and Argo ever closer to the truth… and into the very heart of a dangerous killer whose mind was as cunning as it was icy.

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If you want, I can write **Chapter 4** right away, in which Jacob and Argo investigate the first potential crime scene in the cemetery, and the action will take an even darker, more tense turn—clues, traps, and dramatic twists.

Would you like me to continue in this direction?