His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 323 Late Nights.

Ella

The chilling revelation about Officer Daniels left a pit in my stomach, but not for the reasons Logan might’ve assumed. It wasn’t fear that gnawed at me-it was a burning anger. Injustice had always spurred me to action.

As we walked back to the car, Logan turned to me, his eyes full of concern. “Ella, if you think this is too much, it’s not too late to walk away.”

I let out a sarcastic laugh, masking the fierce determination bubbling beneath the surface. “Logan, walking away is not in my nature. This just got a lot more personal.”

His gaze softened, relief evident. “Good, because I could really use someone like you on my side.”

The rain had lightened up, but the weight of the situation bore down on us. “We need that casing, Logan. But how do we get Daniels to hand it over?”

Logan smirked. “I have a few ideas.”

“Such as?” He paused for a moment, as if deciding how much to share. “What do you think of a visit to Officer Daniels’ home?”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Go on.”

Logan motioned for me to follow him. As we approached his sleek, black car, several imposing figures stood waiting-his men.

“Daniels needs some… persuasion,” Logan began, his tone matter-of-fact. “My men can help with that.”

A plan was forming already in my mind. “So we show up, make him sweat a bit, and then…?”

Logan finished my thought, “We retrieve the bullet casing. But Ella, I need you to know, my men won’t harm him. They’re here for intimidation, nothing more.” I nodded. “As long as no one gets hurt, I’m in.”

the uncertainty of what awaited us was palpable. Porch lights dimly lit the wet streets, creating

interrupted only by the soft pitter-patter of rain. on the rooftops. One of Logan’s men knocked. The door slowly creaked

forward, his demeanor calm yet assertive. “We need to have a chat, Officer Daniels. About a certain bullet

sweat forming on his forehead. “I don’t know

presence enough to elicit a gasp from Daniels. “I think

Daniels whispered, his voice shaky. “Not

with only the silhouette of a woman, possibly Daniels’ wife, peeking through the window

Daniels, just give us the casing. We promise nothing will happen

mind clearly turning. After a few tense moments, he disappeared into his home, only to return with a small plastic bag containing the bullet casing.

a nod, Logan took the pouch from Daniels’ hand. “Now tell me one more thing, Officer Daniels,” Logan said, folding his arms. “Who paid

eyes darting nervously between Logan and his men. “Promise me you’ll keep my family

you my word. In fact,” he signaled to two of his men, “these gentlemen will stay

was. He paid me to hide this bullet, and that Logan had to go

glance; someone must have paid Westbrook to

we drove back to the firm, the streetlights

said, breaking the silence. “I can pick you up in the morning.” I shook my head. “No, I need to start this now. The first

for a moment, then nodded. “Alright. I’ll come

the door, but I stopped him. “You should go home,

eyes studying me. “Ella, there’s no

be fine,” I said with a

of mischief in his eyes. “Besides, it’s not every day you

I replied, “Fine, but if we’re going to burn the midnight oil,

“You read my

pot of freshly brewed coffee and poured us both mugs. Logan’s was black, like his attire, mine had a splash of cream. We set up shop in my office-me behind my desk with an array of legal documents spread out like a deck of cards, and Logan opposite, his laptop open to

this,” he said, showing me a precedent case. “A cop tried to