Jake had seen criminals break before. Had watched men and women lie, manipulate, fold under pressure.
But this wasn't that.
This was pure, raw disbelief.
She flipped through the papers. Numbers. Transactions. Bank accounts tied to Sugar & Spice.
She blinked as if trying to make sense of another language.
"I… I don't understand."
Martinez didn't blink. "How long have you been laundering money, Hannah?"
Hannah's head snapped up. "What?"
"Did your father bring you in when you took over the bakery?"
Shock twisted her features. "No. No, that's not—I don't know anything about that."
Her voice was frantic now, climbing in pitch, cracking at the edges.
Jake clenched his fists.
Goddamn it.
She was searching for something, flipping the pages faster, looking for proof that this wasn't real.
It wasn't real.
Not to her.
Because she was innocent.
And Jake had destroyed her anyway.
Jake couldn't breathe.
The walls of the observation room felt smaller, pressing in, closing off all the air.
He watched as they led Hannah out of the interrogation room.
Her arms were stiff at her sides, her eyes glazed over, like she wasn't entirely there anymore.
He swallowed against the tightness in his throat.
Then his phone buzzed.
Hannah Everett calling…
His fingers hovered over the screen.
He could already hear her voice in his head—panicked, desperate, needing him.
Martinez leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. "You answer that, Cooper, and you're done."
Jake's jaw clenched. His teeth ground together so hard it hurt.
He didn't need the reminder.
