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.”

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

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

forward, his demeanor calm yet

swallowed hard, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “I don’t know what you’re

closer, their sheer presence enough to elicit a gasp from Daniels. “I think you do. Now, are we going to

voice shaky.

the lights dimmed, with only the silhouette of a

Daniels, just give us the casing. We promise nothing will happen to you or your

to Logan, the wheels in his mind clearly turning. After a few tense moments, he disappeared into his home, only to

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

eyes darting nervously between Logan and his men. “Promise me

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

was a lawyer. Westbrook, I believe his name was. He paid me to hide this bullet, and

was a heavy silence. Logan and I shot each other a quizzical glance; someone must have paid Westbrook to hide

Daniels,” I said. Without another word, he retreated into his home, closing the door behind him. As we drove back to the firm, the streetlights painted fleeting streaks of orange on Logan’s face, revealing the deep furrows of

“I can pick you up in the morning.” I shook my head. “No, I need to start

a moment, then nodded. “Alright. I’ll

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

“Ella, there’s no way

be fine,” I said

mischief in his eyes. “Besides, it’s not every day you get to work on something like this… Especially not

if we’re going to burn the midnight oil, we

“You read my

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

said, showing me a precedent case. “A cop tried to hide evidence, just like Daniels. And he