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Fitch hung up the phone and began to sort through the papers scattered in front of him. That was when he stumbled upon a

connection in Bernard's network - a cop who had been mentioned in passing by Abner. This officer had shistory in Oakford and

was quite the sharpshooter, now holding a prominent position on the special task force.

Her nwas Rachel, a fefatale type with a string of commendations under her belt.

He turned to one of his men near him, "Was Rachel at the prison on the day Queena was executed?"

"No, sir. Rachel doesn't play favorites and she despises corruption. Even if she was at the prison, she wouldn't lift a finger to help

Bernard."

"What's her relationship with Bernard?"

"Rachel was sponsored by Bernard's family from her days in the orphanage, all the way through college. She idolizes Bernard and

has always wanted to make it on her own, to stand beside him. If Bernard's son hadn't screwed up, she would've been the

daughter-in-law of his dreams."

Fitch wasn't sure how to digest this information. The more he dug, the tighter Bernard seemed to seal his tracks.

He had his team look into Rachel, but their findings were as expected. Rachel held Bernard in high esteem, considering him a

paragon of virtue, a benefactor she owed her life to.

Fitch even reviewed every case Rachel had worked on. From the spoiled rich kids to the most heinous criminals, she had single-

handedly put them behind bars. She had made quite a few powerful enemies, but with Bernard watching over her, those seeking

revenge could do nothing.

loathed dealing with these

Fitch felt like he was chasing

waited for further instructions, but Fitch's phone buzzed again. This time,

"Mom."

it's the anniversary of

know. I haven't

Bernard's in

a bit of a mess. He's cooperating

matters. Yvonne was Bernard's late wife. As a matter of fact, Sharon didn’t get frequent

but she and his wife had gone to the sschool and been cozy back

been cut short, and every year on her

grave.

looked after Fitch and lan, so it had beca yearly

she was checking in on the latest with

hung up, content.

wait for

two days passed, and Number 8 finally reached out to his

nothing out of the

their ranks, but if he said

a secret lab, and Sarah was ostensibly working on an antidote. Everything

she was overlooking something critical, yet she couldn't quite put her finger

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