PAID

Hazel was furious when Wynter hit the nail on the head. Her face was red from anger yet paled from fear.

She resisted the urge to storm up from the interrogation chair. “Who gave you the right to investigate my personal privacy?”

“Hazel, take a look at where you’re at before you start slamming tables,” Wynter replied calmly. “Who else should we investigate if not a criminal suspect?”

Hazel scoffed. “Since when am I a suspect? You people are just incompetent. Go catch those big shots if you are so capable. What are you arresting me for? @@novelbin@@

To slander me?