Dhalia POV
I sit quietly in the car, my mind spinning from the phone call with Keeley. I’m angry, confused, and more than a little stressed. Tomorrow night, when I see her, I’m going to demand some answers. I know for a fact that I sent her the pictures she asked for earlier today. But when she called, she claimed she didn’t have a single one in her files or on her device. If she’s lying to Justin to make me look bad because she’s scared, I’ll take her job. That’s one thing. But to mess with a case? That’s unforgivable.
I can’t shake the feeling that this could ruin everything. The thought of that poor woman leaving court only to watch her abuser walk free because Keeley couldn’t find the evidence I provided makes my stomach turn. I can’t stop thinking about it, and it’s eating me up ins
