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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darted toward Remington, seeking

and turned her head, her curiosity

own diversion, twiddled with an object in his hands,

from Remington, the

reassess the

touch if we need anything

confusion swept through the crowd, and the assembly

dispersed into the night,

front steps, Remington caught up with

may I have a word with

by them then, a slight hitch in his stride the only sign he’d heard them, before he

Hannah halted, facing Remington.

“What is it?”

searched hers, weighing

haven’t forgotten your promise, have

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