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Chapter Four Hundred and Two

Penulis: Anney GW
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Celeste’s POV

I made the call from my studio with the door closed, blinds half-drawn against the late afternoon glare.

Rosemary hummed outside, metal against metal, soft voices, the rhythm of work continuing despite everything that had been shaken loose. I let it ground me before Raymond answered.

“Officer Raymond,” he said.

“It’s Celeste Sinclair,” I replied. “I want to check in about Andre’s case. And… everything connected to it.”

There was a pause, not hesitation, exactly, but recalibration.

“I was hoping you’d call, Celeste,” he said, his tone notably warmer. “This conversation’s overdue, and honestly, I was worried you were trying to handle this massive headache alone.”

Something in his tone shifted then, subtle but important. This wasn’t a courtesy update. This was the beginning of something more deliberate.

“I don’t want partial answers anymore,” I told him. “I want to know what you can prove. And what you can’t—but suspect.”

“Fair enough,” Raymond said. “In that case, let’s sto
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    Celeste’s POVI made the call from my studio with the door closed, blinds half-drawn against the late afternoon glare.Rosemary hummed outside, metal against metal, soft voices, the rhythm of work continuing despite everything that had been shaken loose. I let it ground me before Raymond answered.“Officer Raymond,” he said.“It’s Celeste Sinclair,” I replied. “I want to check in about Andre’s case. And… everything connected to it.”There was a pause, not hesitation, exactly, but recalibration.“I was hoping you’d call, Celeste,” he said, his tone notably warmer. “This conversation’s overdue, and honestly, I was worried you were trying to handle this massive headache alone.”Something in his tone shifted then, subtle but important. This wasn’t a courtesy update. This was the beginning of something more deliberate.“I don’t want partial answers anymore,” I told him. “I want to know what you can prove. And what you can’t—but suspect.”“Fair enough,” Raymond said. “In that case, let’s sto

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