He buckled his belt and then reached out to straighten Yvonne’s disheveled costume.
“You have to go again?” Yvonne asked, a feeling she couldn't quite name—disappointment or sadness—settling in.
“Yeah,” Bennett’s voice was strained. “Tim Walker has been captured. I need to go help Mr. Jones review the case.”
“Tim?” Yvonne was confused.
Before she died in her past life, her investigation had only led her to the Spencer family. Since she’d come back, the Spencer and Rogers families had fallen one after the other, leading her to the Walkers, but her knowledge of them was still incomplete.
“He’s Vincent’s cousin. After Colin died, Tim took over the smuggling and trafficking business,” Bennett explained briefly. Since the case was still under investigation, he couldn't reveal too much.
Yvonne understood and didn’t press further. “Go on, then. I’ll be good.”
“Okay.” Bennett gave her a firm kiss on the lips before turning and leaving the room.
As the door opened and closed, an inexplicable emptiness washed over Yvonne.
She wondered if this was how he felt all those times she had left him, abandoning him again and again.
He used to argue with her, worried sick, and she had always thought he was being unreasonable.
Now that their roles were reversed, Yvonne finally understood what it felt like to be the one waiting.
...
Bennett left the hotel and drove directly to the Municipal Bureau.
A young detective who worked under Bruce met him and led him straight to the station’s surveillance room.
Bruce was sitting in front of a computer, watching the monitor and sipping coffee, looking to be in a good mood.
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