Chapter 172

So, Max moving Tracey out of the picture was his way of protecting her, huh? He thought she'd be safer out of the country because I might turn against her if she stayed. 'Man, Max does know how to play his cards right.' I thought.

Ronald's voice snapped me back to reality. "This case is a beast, and the puppet master behind it isn't about to tip their hand. But Ms. Floyd, well, is not one to let things slide. You need to figure out how to handle this." As his voice faded, I heard the door creak open, scaring me. I darted into the next room to hide.

After emerging from the shadows, Ronald scanned the living room but couldn't find Claire, so he asked, "Where's Ms. Claire?" Buried in work, the junior detectives hadn't noticed my presence. "She might've headed home."

With a grunt, Ronald disappeared into the file room, allowing me to slip out unnoticed, making a beeline out of the police station.

As I stepped outside, I found Max's nondescript car parked right out front. He hopped out as soon as he saw me. "Find anything?"

I stared at him, wondering how he could lie so effortlessly. "It's none of your business."

"Okay then. I'll have Richard come get you." He didn't even ask why I was so obsessed with the charred body cases.

about why I'm so obsessed about these cases? And are

smile played on his lips. "I don't know what you're

some reason, his words

"Max, let's pretend we never

truth was right there, within my grasp, yet I felt powerless

you want?" Max stood there, hands behind his

a view of my defiant exit. He kept too many secrets, and I knew I

was getting close because he felt a thing for me? I almost fell back into

brought me back to reality. "Claire, where are you? I'm coming to pick

guard, and it took him a moment before he

"And if the person you love, Tracie, killed me,

lingered on the other end. "Claire, why

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