FINDING ELENA
His fist clenched slowly, his knuckles turning white.
He forced himself to relax, his eyes burning with intensity.
Chappelle's voice was a distant sound as Ary's mind replayed images of Elena at the poolside last night.
Her sad smile, her sudden burst of laughter, and her eyes sparkling with unspoken anger.
The thought of Hawkins beside her and in her life scraped across his chest like broken glass.
His gaze shifted back to Chappelle. “Ms. Nolan. She's cleared in all of this?"
Chappelle shook his head, regret etched on his face. “Yes, Sir. She's clean.”