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.”

Logan’s posse in tow, the uncertainty of what awaited us was palpable. Porch lights dimly lit the wet streets, creating a soft glow that made the

arrived at Daniels’ doorstep, 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

he stammered. Logan stepped forward, his demeanor calm yet assertive. “We need to

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

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

shaky. “Not

dimmed, with only the silhouette

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

After a few tense moments, he disappeared into his home, only to return with a small plastic bag containing the bullet casing. He handed it over with

one more thing, Officer Daniels,” Logan said, folding his arms. “Who

me,” Daniels whispered, his eyes darting nervously between Logan and his

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

his name was. He paid me to hide this bullet, and that Logan had to go down… no matter what. I swear, I don’t know

each other a quizzical glance; someone must have paid Westbrook to hide this evidence, I was sure of it.

into his home, closing the door behind him. As we drove back to the firm, the streetlights painted fleeting streaks of orange

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

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

about to head to the door, but I stopped him. “You should go home, Logan. Get some rest.

me. “Ella, there’s no way I’m letting

I’ll be fine,”

a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. “Besides, it’s not every day you get to work on something like this… Especially not with someone like you. We’re

if we’re going to

“You read

a 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

showing me a precedent case. “A cop