He watched Rory's car disappear around the corner while his phone kept ringing nonstop, the sharp ringtone cutting through the cold night air.
James took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, then swiped to answer.
"James," Yvonne's voice came through the phone, choked with sobs. "How's it going with Lena's case? Can you please help her? She's worked for me for years and has always done everything she could for me."
James stayed silent.
"James? Are you listening to me?"
The cold wind slipped beneath his collar as he stood there motionless. Everything that had happened at the police station replayed over and over in his mind, every detail impossible to ignore.
His temples throbbed violently, the pounding of his heartbeat echoing behind his eyes.
He wasn't stupid. If Lena had p
