Chapter 348
Jarred’s dark eyes turned icy. “Speak clearly p>
“Celeste was arrested! They’re accusing her of framing a public official!” Gideon’s voice was shaking, clearly a mix of rage and panic.
“They caught the guy who falsely reported Luna, and he pointed the finger straight at Celeste as the mastermind.
The higher-ups have already sent a special investigator. If convicted, it’s a felony!
Are these people psychotic? Since her legs were injured, she barely leaves the house. How could she harm anyone?
These people won’t rest until they ruin her! She’s such an innocent, kind girl p>
A thin layer of ice formed in Jarred’s eyes.
“All the evidence is stacked against her p>
Gideon’s voice dropped. “The informant gave crazy details—when he met Celeste, where they met, how much money she gave him, whose accounts were used, even the transfer receipts.
Jarred, someone set her up perfectly p>
Jarred said nothing.
A subtle hint of blame crept into Gideon’s voice.
“Speaking of which, everyone started trying to reach you the second you boarded. You had a night mission, which meant you had a massive block of free time.
We thought you’d be able to answer at any moment, but dozens of calls and texts vanished into thin air. What the hell happened on your end p>
Jarred pulled the phone away from his ear and checked his call log.
The earliest missed calls and texts perfectly aligned with the exact moment he boarded and handed his private phone to Sienna.
Jarred looked up from the screen, his gaze landing on the chair a few steps away.
Sienna’s bag was still sitting right there.
He remembered handing the phone directly to her when they boarded.
She had taken it and slipped it into her pocket.
But right now, the phone was on silent, blocking every single notification until this very moment.
In their line of work, staying on call twenty-four-seven was standard. Setting a phone to silent was a massive taboo, and he knew that better than anyone.
That was why he never used silent mode.
With Sienna’s razor-sharp observational skills, there was absolutely no way she missed it.
The sharp instincts of a SWAT officer instantly put him on high alert.
When did she put it back in her bag? While he was gone? Or earlier?
In all that time, did she really never glance at his phone once?
Jarred hung up and immediately strode toward the door.
Suddenly, the radio in the command center crackled to life.
“Emergency in the psych evaluation room! Dr. Sloan is injured p>
Jarred froze dead in his tracks.
“Where is she hurt?” he demanded, his voice so dangerously cold that everyone around him subconsciously held their breath.
The voice on the radio hesitated. “Not sure yet, but Dr. Sloan has been safely evacuated, and the suspect is secured p>
The muscles in Jarred’s jaw pulled tight as a bowstring ready to snap.
Without a second of hesitation, he sprinted toward the psychological evaluation room.
“Where is she?” he asked the two officers at the door, his tone like shattered ice.
“The suspect is inside. Dr. Sloan went to the break room p>
Jarred’s expression darkened instantly. “You sent her to the break room instead of calling a doctor? Are you out of your minds?” “
“Dr… Dr. Sloan isn’t hurt p>
Jarred’s brows pulled together.
The shadows from the overhead lights fell across his face, carving his features into sharp lines of light and dark.
Sienna was an elite psychologist, trained by the national titan of hypnosis, Jomatic coleman. Th. fact, the student had far surpassed the master.
Over the years, she had broken thousands of suspects.