The whispers in the room hushed as Hannah’s voice fell silent.

The stout officer, visibly taken aback, signaled for a colleague to check the mobile database.

“There it is,” exclaimed the policeman.

“A high-profile case from four years ago.

The name and photo are a match.

Miss Moore was a med student then, recruited for her forensic expertise.

“Is that so?”

Upon hearing the claim, the portly officer promptly snatched the mobile from the policeman, scrutinizing the information before glancing up at Hannah.

The resemblance was unmistakable, and the record of the case she had contributed to made his eyelids flutter with intense surprise.

The stout officer sensed a warning within; this was not a person he could risk provoking.

Handing back the phone with a forced smile, he addressed Hannah, “Had you shared this sooner, Miss Moore, we could have avoided such a mix up!”

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“And what about him?”

“This.

darted toward Remington,

caught the glance and turned her head, her curiosity

in his own diversion, twiddled with an object

any support from

to reassess the situation back at the

in touch if we

air, confusion swept through the crowd, and the assembly began to break

departed, the guests dispersed into the

villa’s front steps, Remington

I have a word with

the only sign he’d heard them, before he disappeared into

Hannah halted, facing Remington.

“What is it?”

searched hers,

your promise, have

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