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. âWho gave you the right to investigate my personal privacy?â
âHazel, take a look at where youâre at before you start slamming tables,â Wynter replied calmly. âWho else should we investigate if not a criminal suspect?â
Hazel scoffed. âSince 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?