Hannah POV
I pushed the envelope aside, my hands trembling with anger. There was no way I would let them get away with this. Justice was not for sale.
The girl who had lost her life deserved so much more than that, and I was determined to see that justice was served, no matter the cost.
The moment Henry Mason left my office, the tension in the room remained thick, as if his presence had left a lingering shadow. My mind raced, replaying his thinly veiled threats over and over again.
The audacity of that man, thinking he could intimidate me or sway me with money, made my blood boil. But beneath my anger, there was a gnawing fear. His words had been clear, these were dangerous people who wouldn’t hesitate to harm me or those I cared about.
Without wasting another moment, I picked up the phone and called Mr. Thompson. He answered almost immediately, and I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was already aware something was wrong.