ELENA DUVAL
It was Thursday evening. But the winter coldness in the air followed me while the smells of hot coffee and Tiffany's fresh bread filled the corner of the restaurant we sat in. We were in Royal Haven, and frankly, I've frequented it more times than I could count in the last few days. Maybe because I had more free time on my hands, as Krystal Group was also currently being investigated.
Though things weren't looking good for Zach Whitman, he hadn't spilled anything new regarding my family's case and the mastermind. Apart from figuring out the mastermind behind what happened two years ago, I also needed to clear my father's name. The world needed to know he wasn't guilty of the crimes he was accused of.
I shook the thoughts aside as I sipped from my coffee. My gaze glued on Tif
