Chapter 374

The statement was taken fast at the police station. Jonathan Godfrey had overwhelming evidence against him—there was nothing to dispute. He was taken into custody right away, just waiting for court to start. As for Rosemary Miller and the hired guns, the officers didn’t say much, and Calliope Godfrey didn’t bother pressing. By the time everything wrapped up, it was already past midnight. When Calliope stepped out of the precinct, the first thing she saw was a Bentley parked by the curb— And Conrad Hilliard, leaning casually against the door. He still had on that same black jacket and casual pants, hands stuffed in his pockets, tall and calm. It should’ve been a familiar look. But somehow, in that moment, she was struck by a strange flash— The man in front of her overlapping with the cold, calculated figure from earlier in tactical gear, rifle in hand. Conrad noticed her standing there frozen and strolled over with his long strides, naturally reached out and took her hand, pulling her o