Chapter 13 - Hannah part 2

Elliot POV

I drive as fast as I can without getting attention over my driving. The last thing I need is to be stopped by the police right now. I was late to pick up Hazel, and when I got there, she was fucking gone. Obviously, this is all my fault. I should’ve driven and gone straight to pick her up, but no.

I stop my car a few meters away from where I see the police and the ambulance. They have found the body already. Great. I can see Hazel talking to a tall Hispanic guy. I frown as I watch him cry. He is the husband. I know that.

“I didn’t call her”, I hear Hazel say, her voice trembling, and so are her hands as she grabs her phone to show to the police. I recognise him. He is one of the ones that are on our payslip. He does some dirty work for us when we don’t have time to do it ourselves. He is our rat inside the NYPD.

“Miss, can you show us your phone?”, he asks. I wrap my arms around her body from behind, and when his eyes meet mine, he understands she is off limits. She lo