Chapter 115

Haley's POV: I sat in the far-left corner of the conference room, half-hidden behind the curtain of flashing cameras and long-limbed tripods. The room was tense, flooded with reporters, photographers, and television crews. The scent of coffee, sweat, and stale press ink mingled under harsh lighting. Logan stood behind the podium, looking calm—too calm. His charcoal suit fit him perfectly, his tie knotted neatly, his face unreadable. But I knew him. I could see the flicker in his eyes. This wasn’t calmness. It was controlled fury. The police chief stood beside him, clearing his throat into the mic. “We have concluded our preliminary investigation,” he began, glancing once toward Logan before continuing. “It has been confirmed that the vehicle involved in the crash was tampered with. This was not a mechanical failure. It was sabotage.” Gasps filled the room. Pens scratched harder on notepads. Fingers moved quicker on phones. I folded my hands tightly in my lap, keeping my expression stil