Third person's POV In the police precinct, the conference room smelled like burnt coffee and exhaustion. Officer Mackenzie sat with his tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, looking like he'd been awake for thirty-six hours straight. Which he probably had. Officer Torres sat across from him, equally tired, drumming his fingers on the table in a rhythm that was starting to drive Mackenzie insane.Officer Ella Dove stood at the head of the table, holding her tablet like it contained the secrets of the universe. Which, in a way, it kind of did."Now we can nail Astor Sinclair for good with the evidence we have," Dove said, scrolling through documents on her screen. "Caruso's confession. Financial records. The forged will. Elizabeth Harlow's murder. Jackson Maddox's attempted murder. It's airtight. He's going down.""That isn't the problem," Mackenzie said, rubbing his face with both hands.Torres stopped drumming. "What could be the problem? We have everything. Multiple witnesses. Physical e
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