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    Noah fell silent, absorbing the information before finally speaking in a cool, measured tone. “And the investigation—any developments?”


    Jack replied steadily, “Thest people Sutton interacted with before his death were Ms. Burgess and a woman named Dottie Hatfield.” There might be more clues on this woman named Dottie.


    Noah exhaled softly, a faintly disdainful sound. This tangled web was bing increasingly troublesome, and he knew he had to tighten his grip quickly.


    “Deal with it immediately,” Noah said, his voice firm and detached. “Leave no traces. Nothing about this incident should reach the public.”


    “Understood, Mr. Noel,” Jack responded promptly and respectfully. As the call ended, Jack’s expression hardened, his gaze bing colder.


    His next priority was locating Dottie.


    Early the next morning, in a temporary holding room at Eastwood Police Station, Sadie was abruptly informed that she was free to go—the real perpetrator had surrendered.


    Bewildered but relieved, she silently followed an officer out of the station.


    Samuel was already waiting anxiously outside. The car door closed firmly, shutting out the morning noise. Sadie settled into the back seat, her eyes turning sharply toward Samuel.


    In a calm, controlled voice, she asked, “Who turned themselves in?”


    Samuel started the engine, merging quietly into traffic before answering in a lowered, cautious tone, “It’s a woman named Dottie Hatfield.” His eyes were fixed firmly on the road ahead as he continued, “She ims she was Sutton’s girlfriend. ording to her statement, she killed him in a sudden burst of anger.”


    Sadie’s delicate brows knitted together, a hint of suspicion flickering in her eyes. A crime of passion—and an immediate confession afterward? That seemed far too convenient, too neatly arranged.


    She stared thoughtfully out the window, watching the city blur past.


    “Have someone look into this ‘Dottie’ immediately,” she said decisively. “Dig deeper into her background and her true connection to Sutton. Something about this doesn’t sit right with me.”


    She paused briefly, then added, her voice softer, more cautious, “Has anyone informed Coyle yet about Sutton’s death?”


    Samuel shook his head gently. “I don’t believe so.”


    Sadie fell silent. No matter how disgraceful Sutton had been, he remained a Wall, Coyle’s only son.


    Sadie sighed slowly, a quiet resolve filling her voice. “Have someone inform Coyle. Respect for the dead muste first.”


    Samuel acknowledged softly, “Understood.”


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