“Stewart?” The male officer frowned. “You don’t mean *that* Stewart, the head of the city’s legal affairs, do you?”
“No way!” The female officer chuckled, waving her hand dismissively. “Attorney Wentworth’s girlfriend is the actress Rosita, remember? They just went public with their relationship. It must be someone with the same name.”
“Yeah, true enough,” another officer chimed in. “Attorney Wentworth isn’t just a big shot in the law world—he’s also the eldest son of the Wentworth family. If he actually had a son this age, the whole Wentworth clan would be treating the kid like royalty. There’s no way they’d ever let him go missing! Ridiculous.”
The female officer knelt down and spoke gently to Irwin. “Hey there, do you happen to remember your mom or dad’s phone number?”
Irwin shook his head. “I don’t remember their numbers, but I know where my mom works!”
…
Stewart called Briony four or five times in a row, but she never picked up.
She was expecting two valuable artifacts to arrive that day and had been swamped with work lately—she simply didn’t have the time or the energy to deal with Stewart. To avoid distractions altogether, she’d left her phone in her office.
She had just entered the restoration lab when Hannah knocked on the door.
“Briony, there are two police officers here asking for you.”
Briony looked surprised. “Police? What for?”
“They’ve brought Irwin with them.”
Briony frowned. Irwin?
She untied her apron and stepped out of the lab.
“Mom!”
At the front desk, Irwin caught sight of Briony from the young male officer’s arms and shouted, bursting with excitement.
“You’re Miss Kensington, correct?” The female officer approached, flashing her badge. “We’re with the Pearbrook District Police.”
Briony glanced at the ID, bewildered. “Is something wrong?”
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