Detective Brian Clark didn’t believe in coincidences.
Not after years of watching patterns hide behind accidents.
He stood outside the interrogation room, file open in his hand, eyes scanning the same lines again. He’s not just assigned—he’s interested.
Emma Sterling.
Accident.
Unborn child lost.
Closed.
Too clean.
Too quiet.
Inside, Hazel sat hunched in her chair, fingers trembling, eyes fixed on the door like she was waiting for something worse than prison.
Fear like that didn’t come from guilt.
It came from knowing something bigger was still out there.
The door behind him opened.
Emma walked in.
No hesitation.
No visible anger.
Just control.
Brian studied her for a second.
Most people in her position came in broken… or burning.
She came in precise.
“She’s been askin
