Abigail
The door opened and Finnegan walked right back in, taking a seat next to me. "What’s wrong?"
"He’s saying the case could be scrapped out," I blurted out without giving it a thought.
"What do you mean scrapped?" Finn questioned him, a look of confusion on his face.
Benjamin glanced at him warily and sighed.
"Whoever is behind this has resources and power." He tapped a closed folder in his hands and slid it towards us. "Your parents’ case file has already been flagged for archiving. The judge assigned to make that decision has a hearing date set."
"And when is that?!"
A large warm hand covered mine and I glanced at Finn to see green eyes gazing softly at me. He gave my hand a warm squeeze and I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip trying to fight the anger surging though me.
At least I had him on my side. I was grateful for that.
"Thirty days," Benjamin muttered, shaking his head. "It could be less if someone pushes the timeline. I’m telling you because I have to be honest with you. The truth is, once that case is archived it becomes nonexistent. No court will touch it. No investigator will be assigned."
This had to be one of the sickest jokes the universe had pulled on me. Whoever this person was was really powerful.
What on earth did my parents see? Were they some kind of politician? Why were they so bent on hiding what had happened years ago?
How was I supposed to find the murderer in thirty days? How could I...
"Hey hey," Finn murmured, tugging me closer. I dropped my head on his chest, drawing in a slow breath.
"If I find who did this, before the case gets archived, will it still be relevant?"
"As long as there is concrete evidence of course. But it’s a very short period. I’ll do my best to help, of course, but without evidence I have nothing to take to anyone. Whatever you can find in the next thirty days, bring it to me directly. Don’t go through the police." Benjamin glanced at the door. "Some have been compromised."
"Yeah tell me about it," I sighed as he gathered his folder and rose.
"I’ll leave you both to talk, Miss." He nodded at me, then at Fin. "Mr Wolfe."
He strutted out of the room swiftly.
"Abigail?"
"It’s fine," I whispered. "He just said I had thirty days to find whoever did this or the case gets buried."
Finnegan’s arm wrapped around me, pulling me even closer, his scent soothing me. "Don’t worry, I’ll have someone find who is pulling the strings."
"Thank you," I whispered, burying my face in his chest. But I couldn’t wait around for that. Every second that was wasted meant I could never get justice for my parents.
I knew what I had to do. And whoever these bastards are,they might as well have to kill me before they could bury the case.
***
I hailed a cab and got dropped off in the Industrial district where the Lander company, the place my parents worked before they were killed, had been running.

Shit.
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