Chapter 208 Chapter 208
Days passed, but the pain in everyone’s heart didn’t fade. The police were still on the case, moving quietly but steadily. Roland’s death had shocked the small town, and the police were determined to find who was behind it.
Detective Miles sat in his office, staring at the board full of pictures and notes. “We’ve checked the nearby CCTV cameras, but nothing clear yet,” he said to his partner. “It’s like whoever did this planned it well.”
His partner nodded. “And the wife keeps saying her husband was connected to a woman named Clara.”
“Yes,” Miles said, leaning back in his chair. “We’ve heard that name more than three times now, but we don’t have any solid proof against her. No fingerprints, no witnesses, nothing.”
He sighed and rubbed his forehead. “This woman must be smart. Every lead keeps dying halfway.”
Meanwhile, at Adrian’s mansion, Savannah sat on the balcony, watching the sky. Her thoughts were heavy. She couldn’t stop thinking about Grace and the way she cried. Adrian walked in, carrying two cups of coffee.
He placed one beside her. “You’re thinking about it again, aren’t you?” he asked softly.
Savannah nodded. “The police are trying, but I just wish they could find something. That woman… I don’t even know her, but my heart tells me she’s evil.”
Adrian sat beside her and held her hand. “They’ll find her, sweetheart. These things take time. Whoever did this will pay.”
Savannah sighed deeply and looked down at her cup. “Grace doesn’t even eat anymore. Every time I talk to her, she says she can still hear Roland’s voice. It breaks my heart.”
“I know,” Adrian said quietly. “I told my lawyer friend to follow up with the police. We can’t just sit and watch.”
At the police station that same afternoon, Detective Miles stood up suddenly as a junior officer entered. “Sir, we traced a few calls made from Roland’s phone before he died,” the officer said.
Miles quickly grabbed the file. “Show me.”
“There’s one strange number,” the officer continued. “It was called twice, around midnight, the day before he died. The number is unregistered, but it’s from the same area as the city where a woman named Clara lives.”
Miles frowned. “Hmm. Clara again.”
He looked at the wall, at Roland’s photo, and then at the list of names connected to the case. “She’s getting away with too much,” he murmured. “But not for long.”
He looked at his partner. “Let’s move quietly. We can’t spook her yet. If she’s really behind this, she’ll slip soon.”
Back at Adrian’s house, Rose entered the living room with worry in her eyes. “Madam, I just heard from my cousin who works near the police station. They said the case is getting closer to something big.”
Savannah looked up quickly. “Really? Did they say anything about Clara?”
“No, ma’am,” Rose replied. “They said they don’t have enough proof yet, but the investigation is not ending soon.”
Savannah’s heart raced. “I just hope they find something soon. That woman can’t keep hurting people and walk free.”
Adrian came down the stairs at that moment, adjusting his wristwatch. “We’ll make sure she doesn’t,” he said firmly. “No one messes with our peace and goes unpunished.”
That night, Detective Miles stood by his car in the parking lot, staring at the dark sky. He made a quiet promise to himself.
“I don’t care how long it takes,” he said under his breath. “Clara, wherever you are… I’ll find you.”
He didn’t know that at that very moment, Clara was standing by her apartment window in another city, sipping wine and smiling like she had nothing to worry about.
She looked at her reflection and whispered, “You’ll never catch me.”
But deep down, a storm was already moving toward her — and she didn’t even see it coming.