Hazel’s POV
“I don’t think you understand how much danger you’re actually in,” the detective said, sliding a photograph across Julian’s desk, his expression grim in the low afternoon light.
I stared at the image, my stomach dropping. It showed a man I didn’t recognize entering a warehouse near the foundation site, late at night, carrying what looked like a gas canister.
“Who is that?” Julian asked, his voice gone flat with a cold, controlled fury I recognized now as fear wearing armor.
“We believe he’s connected to Penelope Chambers,” the detective said. “Money was wired to an account linked to him three weeks ago, from a shell company we’re still tracing back through several layers, but it eventually connects to funds she controlled before her sentencing.”
“She’s still in prison,” I
