Chapter 70

“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Grey,” one of the officers greeted, his tone formal but not harsh.

Benjamin squeezed my hand once before letting go and stepping out of the car. I followed, though my legs felt unsteady, like they were not ready to hold me.

The two officers stopped a few feet from us. Their uniforms looked stiff, their faces unreadable, and the afternoon air carried the faint crackle of tension.

“Is there a problem?” Benjamin asked calmly, though I noticed his jaw tighten.

The taller officer shook his head. “No problem. We are here regarding Lucy Blackwood’s case.”

The sound of her name almost made me choke. My chest burned, and I had to lower my gaze so they wouldn’t see the flicker of panic in my eyes.

Benjamin gave a small nod. “Go on.”

The shorter officer stepped forward, a folder tucked under his arm. His voice carried a practiced weight, steady and rehearsed. “After five years of active investigation, with no solid leads and