Hannah responded with a forgiving smile, “It’s fine.


    You were acting in ordance with your duties.


    ”


    As Oswald prepared to escort Hannah out, she halted him with a gentle touch on his arm.


    “I need to wait for a friend who’s still inside.All text ? N?velD(r)a''ma.Org.


    We’ll have to leave a bitter.


    ”


    “Of course,” Oswald replied, visibly pleased as he pulled her aside for a private conversation.


    Sheriff watched them with a noticeably ashen face.


    He muttered, “It’s clear that Hannah Moore is a person of interest.


    How can we just let her walk away like this?”


    The inspector’s earlier obliging demeanor vanished as he faced Sheriff with a stern look.


    “You’ve seen the surveince footage yourself.


    Those gang members ended their own lives.


    Are you aware of the repercussions of detaining her without sufficient cause? If the Research Institute


    pressures us, who will bear the consequences? Do you have any idea who that man is?” he remarked.


    After making his point, the inspector whispered instructions to his colleagues, then turned and strode away.


    Sheriff red toward Hannah, his disdain for her privileged position evident.


    “Just because Oswald is from the Research Institute doesn’t mean he can just whisk away suspects whenever he pleases.


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    Hearing this, a fellow officer’s expression turned grave, and he hurriedly tugged at Sheriff’s sleeve, whispering urgently, “Lower your voice.


    The Research Institute where Mr.


    Lynn works is renowned for its substantial contributions to scientific research.


    ”


    He quickly essed the police database, pulling up records on a tablet which he handed to Sheriff.


    “I checked earlier.


    Miss Moore was once the youngest fellow at the Research Institute and significantly contributed to numerous major projects.


    She’s also assisted the police on various cases, and her expertise in forensic science marked many files from significant cases.


    ”


    Scanning the details of Hannah’s involvement inplex and high-profile cases, Sheriff’s eyes widened in disbelief.


    He flipped through the records, his skepticism apparent.


    “She’s been pivotal in all these cases? Can a woman really achieve all this on her own? Isn’t someone backing her or fabricating her credentials?”


    Sheriff’s words were rather stern to the fellow officer, so he said, “I don’t believe it.


    Miss Moore couldn’t have staged anything at the Research Institute unless she nned to leave the medical field.


    Also, someone as authoritative as Oswald is backing Miss Moore; it’s unlikely this whole thing is fake.


    ”


    Sheriff clutched the tablet tightly, looking both puzzled and embarrassed.


    Then he casually passed it back to the policeman.


    “You stay put and keep watch.


    I’ve got something to handle, so I’ll head back to the office.


    ”


    Holding the tablet, the policeman was puzzled by Sheriff’s demeanor.


    He muttered, “Why does Sheriff seem to have it out for this Miss Moore?”


    About 20 minutester, Bryson was still inside the interrogation room.


    Hannah nced at her watch and frowned.


    She had just stood up when six bodyguards in suits entered the front door of the police station.


    The bodyguards positioned themselves on either side of the entrance as a man walked through the doorway.


    Hannah wondered who was causing such amotion at the police station.


    Out of curiosity, she nced over, and her eyes widened slightly.


    Wasn’t this Bowen, who had been at her family banquet?