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.”

drive to Daniels’ modest suburban home was tense. Even with the weight of Logan’s posse in tow, the uncertainty of what awaited us was palpable. Porch lights dimly lit the wet streets, creating

the rooftops. One of Logan’s men knocked. The door slowly creaked open to reveal a disheveled Daniels, his eyes widening in surprise

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

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

Daniels.

shaky.

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

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

the wheels in his 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. He handed it over with

Logan took the pouch from Daniels’ hand. “Now tell me one more thing,

Logan and his men. “Promise me you’ll

two of his

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

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

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

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

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

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

dark eyes studying me. “Ella, there’s no

I’ll be fine,”

he 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

my eyes, I replied, “Fine, but if we’re going

“You read

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

case. “A cop tried to hide evidence, just