Bianca's eyes blazed with determination as she strode through the crowd of reporters. My heart pounded in my chest—I'd never seen her move so quickly, with such purpose.
"Officer Pierce," Cassandra sneered, looking her up and down. "Another one of Elara's loyal attack dogs, I presume?"
Bianca didn't even flinch. "Detective Pierce, actually. And I'm here on official business."
She positioned herself between me and the hungry wolves masquerading as reporters. The simple act of her standing there, shoulders squared, made me breathe easier.
"I have information that changes everything about this case," she announced, her voice carrying authority that silenced even the most aggressive journalists.
Cassandra scoffed. "More fabricated evidence? We've already established—"
"The child Fiona Dubois miscarried," Bianca cut in sharply, "was not Caleb Sterling's."
