If I called the police now, without evidence, I wouldn’t stand a chance.
Leaving was my only option.
When I arrived at her workplace with the agreement in hand, I overheard her colleagues whispering in the hallway.
“Isn’t that Captain Carol’s husband? He looks familiar… Oh right, the Crow Family tragedy five years ago!”
“Shh, do you want to be punished during training? Don’t talk nonsense. Captain Carol has said time and again he wasn’t the killer. Don’t bring it up unless you want her to blow up. She even argued with the director over that case.”
“That suit looks custom—worth millions, I bet. I heard he had just come back from abroad. Someone like that wouldn’t need to kill anyone, right? And the way Captain Carol looks at him… If he really was the murderer, she’d have arrested him herself.”
My nails dug into my palm, the pain sharp but grounding.
I stood outside her office. Through the slightly ajar door, I heard voices—too familiar to mistake.
“Has she been treating you well these past years?” Caroline asked, her voice soft and strained, heavy with emotion.