Rebirth Into My Second Chance

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.

you ever think about why I'm so obsessed about these cases? And are you out to

don't know what you're talking about, but whatever

some reason, his words

said, "Max, let's pretend we never

grasp, yet

want?" Max stood there, hands

with a view of my defiant exit. He kept too many secrets,

didn't follow. How could I have been so naive to think Max was getting close because he felt a thing for me? I almost fell back into

wandering the streets until Richard's call brought me back to reality. "Claire, where are you? I'm coming to pick you up." Standing still, I coldly asked, "Richard, whose side are

took him a moment before he swore,

love, Tracie, killed me, would you seek

the other end.