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I’m investigating what happened at the charity gala and I believe there’s more to the story than what the videos show.
Would you be willing to meet with me?” There was a long silence. Then Abigail said something Rachel didn’t expect.
“I’ve been waiting for someone to call. When can we meet?” They met at a quiet coffee shop far from the media and cameras.
Abigail wore sunglasses and a simple jacket trying not to be recognized. Rachel wore her detective badge on her belt.
They sat across from each other in a corner booth. “Thank you for meeting me,” Rachel said.
Abigail took off her sunglasses. She looked tired. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that night.
Something felt wrong about the whole thing, but I couldn’t figure out what.” Rachel pulled out her folder and showed Abigail the photos of Vincent Torres and Marcus Delano.
“Do you recognize these men?” Abigail studied the photos carefully. Her eyes widened. “Yes,” she said slowly.
“I saw them at the party. They were in the crowd near the entrance. Right before Right before Marcus attacked me, I remember these two men moving toward me.
Then everything went crazy, and when I looked for them again, they were gone.” “They didn’t just leave,” Rachel said.
“They ran, and we know why.” Rachel explained everything. The criminal backgrounds, the connection to DataCorp Industries, the evidence that they had planned something.
“Marcus Reed wasn’t attacking you,” Rachel concluded. “He was trying to stop them from attacking you.
He saw them planning something, tried to warn security, and when nobody listened, he did the only thing he could think of to disrupt their plan.”
Abigail sat very still, processing this information. “He He saved my life?” “We believe so.
We think Torres and Delano were sent to either hurt you or threaten you into changing your testimony against DataCorp.
Your testimony is scheduled for next month, correct?” Abigail nodded slowly. “Yes, I’m the key witness in their fraud trial.”
She looked down at her coffee cup, her hands shaking slightly. “I let everyone destroy him,” she whispered.
“I let the media call him crazy. I let everyone think he was a monster, and he was trying to save me.”
“You didn’t know,” Rachel said gently. “But I should have asked,” Abigail said, and now there were tears in her eyes.
“I should have questioned it. I should have wondered why. Instead, I just I stayed silent.
I let my lawyers handle it. I protected my image instead of looking for the truth.”