"Don't overthink it. Maybe they weren't after you-maybe it's me."
Ethan's voice echoed inside the car.
"You?" Celeste looked at him, clearly surprised.
Honestly, that theory made a lot of sense. Otherwise, why else would Ethan always be surrounded by a whole squad of guards whenever he stepped out?
It was one of those pitch-black, windy nights.
After dropping off the body at the station, Mr. Foster flashed his credentials and briefed the cops in just a few sentences. It didn't take long for a coroner to be called in.
"No visible wounds. We'll need an autopsy. Results won't be out till tomorrow afternoon."
"Fine. But I'm taking him with me in the meantime."
With his military ID from the Yannburgh District on hand, unless someone was a confirmed murderer, Mr. Foster
