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.”

Even with the weight of Logan’s posse in tow, the uncertainty of what awaited us was palpable. Porch lights dimly lit the wet

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

want?” he stammered. Logan stepped forward, his demeanor calm yet

swallowed hard, beads of sweat forming on his

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

his voice shaky. “Not

The house was quiet, the lights dimmed, with only the silhouette of a woman, possibly Daniels’ wife, peeking through

to calm the situation. “Officer Daniels, just give us the casing. We

clearly turning. After a few tense moments, he disappeared into his home, only to return with a

“Now tell me one more thing, Officer Daniels,” Logan said, folding his arms. “Who paid

between Logan and

he signaled to two of his men, “these

I believe his name was. He paid me to hide this bullet,

quizzical glance; someone must have paid Westbrook to hide this evidence, I was

said. Without another word, he retreated into his home, closing the door behind him. As we drove back to the firm, the

up in the morning.” I shook my head. “No, I need to start this now. The first

then nodded. “Alright. I’ll come with

the door, but I stopped him. “You should go home, Logan. Get some rest. Tomorrow’s a big

there’s no way I’m letting you work late

pulled all-nighters before. I’ll be fine,” I said with

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

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

“You read my

up shop in my office-me behind

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

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