Chapter 317
Some words had been buried in his heart for so long, he thought he’d never get the chance to say them.
“You don’t need to thank me,” Maloney said, his voice laced with a deep, quiet apology.
“If anything, I’m the one… who owes you an apology. Sienna, I am so sorry p>
Sienna froze for a second.
She opened her mouth to speak, but her phone suddenly buzzed in her bag.
The screen lit up, displaying Luna Lennox’s name.
Sienna gestured for Maloney to hold on and answered the call. Luna’s excited voice instantly flooded her ear.
“Sienna! I’ve got a massive lead on those dump trucks you asked me to track. I just got word that we’ve locked down the vehicles. You need to get to the site right now p>
Sienna frowned, asking her, “Aren’t you on the night shift tonight? Why are you still digging into this right now p>
“My shift doesn’t stop me from chasing a lead p>
“Where did this intel come from? Is it reliable?” Sienna pressed instinctively.
Luna sounded slightly offended. “What? You don’t trust me p>
Sienna sighed softly. It wasn’t that she doubted Luna’s abilities.
But she had dispatched an army of men to investigate, and even Jarred’s people hadn’t picked up a whisper.
Yet Luna magically landed a flawless lead in the middle of the night, which inevitably sparked a nagging sense of dread in her chest.
Luna immediately lowered her voice, sounding much more serious. “The intel came from Sergeant Miller’s informant. The source is rock solid. Absolutely reliable.
Don’t waste time, get moving. If you’re late and they destroy the evidence, we’ll never find the truth p>
Sienna weighed her options.
She knew tracking down the swapped soil from Sweetbriar Woods was an absolute race against time. A moment’s hesitation could cost her the only chance she had
Even with her doubts, she had to go see for herself.
“Alright, I’m heading out now. Keep your phone on,” she said firmly, then hung up.
Taking in her grave expression, Maloney asked softly, “What happened p>
“Luna found the dump trucks we’ve been tracking,” Sienna replied curtly, already moving toward the door.
Maloney’s eyes shifted. Without a second’s hesitation, he turned and followed her. “Let’s go. Take my car, I’ll go with you p>
Sienna didn’t argue; every second counted.
She nodded and matched his brisk pace to the parking lot, and the two drove through the night, rushing straight to the waste disposal site.
When the car pulled up to the location, dozens of massive dump trucks sat parked in the open lot, casting massive, looming shadows. under the dim streetlights.
Sienna’s men and Mr. Palmer’s team were already waiting by the road.
Seeing them step out of the car, a subordinate rushed over, bowing respectfully.
“Ms. Sloan, Maloney. The trucks are all lined up right over there. Should we crack them open and start the inspection p>
Sienna followed his pointing finger.
Dozens of trucks sat perfectly aligned, their heavy tarps rustling faintly in the night breeze.
She marched forward, sweeping a cold glance over the vehicles, and ordered, “Pull back the tarps. Check everything p>
Her men instantly jumped into action, stripping the heavy covers off the trucks and grabbing their tools to sift through the dirt.
Suddenly, one of the men ran over holding a clump of soil, his face pale with panic.
“Ms. Sloan; something’s wrong! This doesn’t look anything like the premium potting soil from the Manor’s garden, It looks like cheap construction debris.
Sienna’s brows snapped together. She immediately shined her flashlight onto the soil, leaning in to inspect it closely.