Daniel shook his head, his voice trembling. “How… How is that possible? No, I've known Tracie since high school and she's this poor---”
I stood, meeting his disbelieving gaze. “Poor girl? Well, too bad, I wasn't the poor girl you thought. If only you believed me when I said it.”
The police officers shifted uncomfortably, their authority shrinking under Leanne’s piercing glare.
“We didn’t know, Lady Whitaker,” one officer stammered. “We—”
“You’ll regret shaming my daughter like this,” Leanne said coldly. “Your department will hear from my lawyers. Tracie, let’s go.”
I followed her out of the room, my mind still spinning. As we stepped outside, I spotted a car waiting by the curb. Leaning against it was Bobbie, a cigarette between his fingers. He looked calm, unbothered, and irritatingly handsome.
His dark eyes flicked to mine, and a smirk tugged at his lips.
“Mom,” I said, stopping in my tracks, “What is that man doing here? He’s the killer. He’s the one who killed Penny and I was almost framed for it!”
Leanne glanced at him before looking back at me. A small, knowing smile curved her lips.
“I know, Tracie,” she said softly. “And that man is also your fiancé.”