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“Would you have believed me? A homeless man saying he heard a conversation nobody else heard?
Saying he was trying to save someone by attacking them? I knew how it looked.
I knew nobody would believe me.” “We believe you.” Rachel said quietly. Marcus looked up at her tears in his eyes.
“Why?” “Because those two men you saw are Vincent Torres and Marcus Delano. They’re career criminals with connections to organized crime and we think they were sent to hurt or threaten Abigail Carter.”
Marcus closed his eyes. “So I was right. They were really going to hurt her.”
“You might have saved her life.” James said. “But I destroyed her dress and got myself arrested.”
Marcus said. “Some hero.” “Sometimes heroes don’t get happy endings.” Rachel said. “Not right away at least.
But we’re going to do everything we can to prove what really happened.” Over the next 3 days, Rachel and James worked almost nonstop to build their case.
They tracked down a hotel employee who remembered seeing the two men asking detailed questions about Abigail Carter’s schedule earlier that week.
They found security footage from a parking garage showing Vincent Torres watching the hotel entrance for hours the day before the gala.
They discovered that Marcus Delano had purchased two tickets to the event using a fake name and a stolen credit card.
But the two men themselves had disappeared. They had vanished like smoke. Their apartments were empty.
Their phones were disconnected. They were gone. “They knew we were looking for them.” James said frustrated.
“Someone tipped them off.” “It doesn’t matter.” Rachel said. “We have enough evidence to prove they were there with bad intentions.
And that means Marcus Reed might have been telling the truth.” She picked up her phone and made a call she’d been thinking about for days.
“Miss Carter’s office, how may I help you?” “This is Detective Rachel Monroe with Chicago PD.
I need to speak with Abigail Carter about the incident at the gala. It’s urgent.”
There was a pause. “One moment, please.” Rachel waited her heart pounding. Everything depended on whether Abigail would listen.
Finally a voice came on the line. “This is Abigail Carter.” “Miss Carter, I’m Detective Rachel Monroe.