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!”

the topic away from herself, glancing

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“And what about him?”

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officer’s eyes darted toward

caught the glance and turned her head, her

his own diversion, twiddled with an

get any support from

reassess the situation back

in touch if

words hung in the air, confusion swept

departed, the guests dispersed into the night, each with

the villa’s front steps, Remington caught

may I have a word

slight hitch in his stride the only sign he’d heard them, before he disappeared into the evening without

Hannah halted, facing Remington.

“What is it?”

eyes searched hers,

forgotten your promise, have

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