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

on the rooftops. One of Logan’s men knocked. The door slowly creaked open to reveal

you want?” he stammered. Logan stepped forward, his demeanor calm yet assertive. “We need to have a chat, Officer Daniels. About a certain

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

from Daniels. “I think you do. Now, are we going to do this the easy way or

voice shaky. “Not in front of

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

trying to calm the situation. “Officer Daniels, just give us the casing. We promise nothing will happen to

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

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

darting nervously between Logan and his men.

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

his name was. He paid me to hide this bullet, and that Logan had to go down… no matter what. I swear,

and I shot each other a quizzical glance; someone must have paid Westbrook to hide this evidence, I was sure

we drove back to the firm, the streetlights painted fleeting streaks of orange on Logan’s face, revealing the deep

the silence. “I can pick you up in the morning.” I shook my head.

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

but I stopped him. “You should

me. “Ella, there’s no way I’m letting you

be fine,”

said firmly, but with 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

we’re going to burn the midnight oil,

“You read

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 a database

precedent case. “A cop tried to hide

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