Charles leaned back in his chair, contemplation clouding his expression. "I'll see what I can dig up, but I can't promise anything. I've been trying to distance myself from that world."
"Whatever it takes," Leon urged. "Your silence could be the difference between justice and letting a killer walk free."
After a long moment, her father nodded slowly, the weight of the decision visible in his eyes. "I'll do what I can. But you must promise me that you'll be careful. I can't lose either of you."
"We will," Isabella vowed, her heart pounding with resolve. "I promise."
As they left the office, Isabella felt a mixture of relief and dread. The conversation had unearthed painful truths, but now they had a direction—a potential lead that could help them expose the darkness surrounding her mother's death.
As they walked toward the elevator, Leon glanced at her. "You did well back there."
