Hazel’s POV
“They caught him three blocks from the building, carrying enough accelerant to set the entire east wing on fire,” the detective said, his voice carrying the particular relief of a plan that had actually worked.
I sat down hard on the studio’s unfinished steps, the tension of the past week finally draining out of me all at once, leaving something shaky and hollow in its place.
“Is he talking?” Julian asked, standing protectively close beside me, one hand resting on my shoulder.
“He’s cooperating,” the detective confirmed. “Confirmed everything we suspected. He was hired through an intermediary connected to Penelope Chambers, paid to disrupt the opening event significantly enough to damage the foundation’s reputation and, in his own words, to make sure Hazel Daniel never got
