Chapter 276
Chapter 276
Snowflakes
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The time seemed to fly rather than crawl. One moment I was hunched over faded witness statements, the next I was trying to stretch the crick out of my neck, only to glance up at the wall clock and realize it was already evening.
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like they’d been on forever; my eyes burned, my stomach growled, and still nothing jumped out as obviously wrong in the transcripts.
No glaring inconsistencies. No smoking–gun slip. Just the same careful, rehearsed words from four years ago.
I sighed, pushing back from the desk. My legs felt stiff as I stood and started toward the break room for coffee then froze mid–step.
Lunch.
Cupid’s lunch was still sitting in my car downstairs. I’d completely forgotten in the frenzy of files and timelines.
My cheeks heated at the thought of him carefully packing it this morning, only for me to leave it to go cold in the parking garage.
I glanced around. Quince as buried in digital logs, fingers flying across his keyboard. Mr. Gerald hadn’t moved from his chair either, eyes glued to the same page he’d been staring at for hours.
“Snow?” Mr. Gerald’s voice cut through the quiet without him looking up. He beckoned with two fingers, still focused on the file in front of him.
“Yes?”
“Ares Bani said something during his statement four years ago. It feels… off. Come look.”
He slid the folder across the table. I leaned over his shoulder and flipped to the highlighted line.
‘I was returning from the pack when I heard the scream.‘
Mr. Gerald tapped the adjacent page, GPS ping data from Ares’s phone, timestamped to the exact window of the attack.
“His location that night,” he said quietly.
I stared at the coordinates, the street name glaring back at me.
“Love Avenue,” I murmured.
Mr. Gerald nodded once.
“Exactly. He claims he was coming from Mooncrest territory. But he was already in the city, deep in the city when the scream supposedly happened.”
“He’ll argue he was disoriented,” Quince said from across the room, not looking up from his screen. “That the woman he loved was in pain, his judgment clouded, memory fuzzy. Classic defense.”
I shook my head slowly. “It’s still a lie. A deliberate one. You don’t mistake Love Avenue for pack lands. Not even when you’re a human.”
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