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    “Which Mr. Scott do you think she’s talking about?”


    “How many Mr. Scotts do you know in Srixby?”


    “Wait… could it be Eric Scott?”


    “No way… that’s huge.”


    In the shadows of the crowd, Hadley’s eyes narrowed at what she just heard. Mr. Scott. Fishy candles. Lured him into bed…


    Then chaos erupted. A lunged, and the two women fell into a scuffle—yelling, shoving, hair flying.


    Hadley didn’t move, her expression frozen as she watched the scene unravel. There was something oddly familiar about the woman fighting A. Her voice. Her face.


    And then it clicked.


    That woman—she used to work at a hotel the film crew stayed at during a location shoot. More than that, she’d been obsessed with Linda.


    Hadley’s thoughts started connecting in rapid shes—like puzzle pieces snapping into ce.


    Something was surfacing, something she’d missed before.


    “Call security!”


    “Get them out of here!”


    The restaurant staff rushed in, breaking up the fight as the crowd buzzed louder. Tamara hurried to Hadley’s side, shielding her. “Miss Pearson, let’s go inside before this gets any messier.”


    But Hadley didn’t move right away. She watched as security began dragging the pair away. Then she turned to Tamara, her voice low but firm.


    “Can you do something for me?”


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    Tamara nodded. “Just say the word.”


    Minutester, the woman was brought into a quiet corner—her face flushed, eyes wary.


    “You’re Hadley?” she asked, almost startled.


    “What do you want?”


    Hadley gave her a measured look, her tone calm butced with purpose. “I just want to ask a few questions. And don’t worry—you’ll bepensated for your time.”


    “That’s how it all happened…”


    The woman took Hadley’s money and spilled everything she knew, holding nothing back.


    “I see. Thank you.” Hadley gave a small wave. “You can go now.” Tamara stepped forward and quietly escorted the woman out.


    And just like that, everything clicked.


    Of course.


    That night at the hotel—Hadley had felt strange. As if something had taken over, like she couldn’t stop herself from wanting to be near Eric…


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