His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 322 Fall Guy

Ella

The meeting had been far more intense than I’d anticipated. The courthouse’s grandeur, with its marble floors and tall pillars, had done little to cushion the impact of Westbrook’s verbal blows.

As we exited the grand, double doors, the change in environment was immediately noticeable. From the stifling intensity inside, we were met with an unexpected chill. The sky had turned a somber shade of gray, with raindrops starting to patter, as if the heavens shared in our melancholy.

“Ella,” Logan began, his voice hoarse from the discussions, the umbrella already in hand, warding off the steadily falling rain. His face looked drawn, every drop of rain that splattered against it emphasizing his deep-set lines of worry.

I took a deep breath, feeling the moisture in the air, the weight of the day pressing down.

“Logan, with this information, we need to check with the police. We need to see that bullet casing. If it has a serial number or any defining mark, and it doesn’t match any of the guns in your possession or of your men, it’s a lead. And a damn good one at that.”

He looked at me, the cold rain painting streaks on his face. Without a word, he extended the umbrella towards me, silently inviting me beneath its shelter.

“Listen,” he said, “I didn’t want to say this earlier, but the police in this city aren’t… the cleanest.. They have ties. We need to be careful what we ask for.”

Pulling my coat tighter, I stepped closer, finding refuge under the umbrella. “That’s exactly the reason why we need to get to the bottom of this. If there’s corruption and foul play at work here, we have to uncover it.”

A pause settled between us, filled only with the sound of rain and the distant hum of the city. “You know,” he murmured, “you don’t have to do this alone. I’m right here with you.”

His sincerity took me by surprise. We had been allies, even something akin to friends, for a little while now, but this level of trust was new.

“Logan, I appreciate it, but you don’t need to come with me,” I said. His jaw set with determination. “No,” he said, his voice nearly drowned out by the sound of the rain pattering against the umbrella, “I do.”

face as Logan and I approached the police station. It was one of

stacked upon each other with age told stories of countless cases,

would have missed it. That bullet casing was glaringly obvious. Right there in the open,

his trench coat flapping lightly with the wind, took a moment before answering. “It doesn’t make sense, Ella. I’ve seen sloppy work before, but this is beyond that. Almost like…” He hesitated, eyes narrowing. “Like

forcing him to turn to me. “Intentionally? But

weight of the unsaid hanging between us. “You know why. But let’s find out,

mix of strong coffee and old paperwork. It buzzed with life as officers darted around, some huddled in

I admitted under my breath, scanning the room for any

Logan quipped, guiding me towards the counter

to the recent homicide on

his eyes scanning us both, sizing us up. “And who

Logan could, “and this is my client. I’m his attorney. We have reasons

it, his eyes scanning it. The officer smirked, leaning

word, I handed him the photograph. His eyes darted

I pointed at the

a moment,” he said, getting up.

My heart raced. The hum of the precinct was now an annoying buzz in

he admitted. “I can’t

possible? Your guys were

just a mistake,” I snapped. “Someone’s life hangs in the balance. So,

pause, the officer

to him?” he asked. The officer shook his head. “He’s off duty. Won’t be back