Ethan's tried to clear the thought out of his head.
But he couldn't he steps slowed as her words sank in even more.
He was genuinely surprised.
"The police couldn't come up with anything better for a case involving a wealthy family?"
he asked, his tone edged with disbelief.
At that moment Clarissa glanced at him, her expression weary. "Exactly. You'd think with all the resources at their disposal, they'd have something. But no, they found nothing, nothing not even a clue."
Ethan's brow furrowed as he mulled it over. This wasn't just incompetence—he was sure of it. If a rich family couldn't get justice, what hope did regular citizens have? The thought sat heavy with him. It only meant one thing: This wasn't an ordinary case.
His eyes lingered on the security guards as they opened the car door for Clarissa, their movements precise and almost paranoid. Ethan nodded to himself again.
