#Chapter 297: The Missing Piece

The officers regarded me with a hint of distaste. I could see it in the way they looked me up and down, like I was a thoughtless woman sleeping with a public enemy. I nearly sighed with relief when Timothy's hand found its way to my shoulder, a silent reassurance. "What's going on now?" Timothy's voice carried a note of frustration as he stepped closer. The first officer, Rodriguez, met our gazes before delivering the unwelcome news. "We have a warrant to search the premises, Mr. Hayes. It's part of the ongoing investigation." I turned to Timothy, our eyes locking in silent acknowledgment. Without a word, we stepped aside, allowing the officers entry. They moved systematically, sweeping through each room with a thoroughness that left no corner untouched. I watched nervously as they rifled through drawers, examined personal belongings, and scrutinized every inch of the apartment. It felt invasive, as if our lives were laid bare for their judgment. "Is this really necessary?" Timot