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!”

shifted the topic away from herself,

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“And what about him?”

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officer’s eyes darted toward Remington,

and turned

own diversion, twiddled with an

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need to reassess the situation back at the

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the officer’s words hung in the air, confusion swept through the

the police had departed, the guests dispersed into the night,

the villa’s front steps, Remington caught

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in his stride the only sign he’d heard them, before he disappeared

Hannah halted, facing Remington.

“What is it?”

searched hers,

your promise,

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