Phoebe's POV
"Phoebe, get in the car," Harold shouted, realizing I hadn't moved. He spun around and gestured for me to come over.
I answered quietly and walked toward him with complete compliance, sliding into the vehicle. My expression remained perfectly docile.
Alan took his usual spot behind the wheel, tailing Alistair's car closely. "Harold, what's our next move? Are we digging deeper?"
Hans's involvement meant certain details couldn't surface. The police department's reputation would suffer otherwise. Government officials excelled at burying scandals, preferring to handle problems behind closed doors rather than in public.
Nobody anticipated that someone's reach extended this far—enough to corrupt a district police chief.
Caiden lacked genuine authority in Clearwater, a city crawling with influential power players. The Dixon family, one of Clearwater's elite families, still supported him.
