Before Kirsten could process the out-of-the-blue concern, the sleek black Bentley had silently blended into the night traffic and faded into the rain curtain.
Only then did the exhaustion and cold that had been suppressed by adrenaline throughout the night catch up with her.
Cold raindrops slid down her hair, dampening her shoulders. Shivering, she pulled her thin coat tighter and strode quickly into the apartment building.
Meanwhile, in the interrogation room of the city police station, the air was thick with tension.
Marion slumped on the frigid metal chair. His once-expensive suit was now a wrinkled mess from the earlier commotion, and there were still remnants of champagne on his face, making him look disheveled.
His bloodshot eyes were glued to the printed photos on the table.
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