Chapter Eleven

“What's wrong? What do you mean?” Diane yelled over the phone, storming into Coven's town police station.

The clangorous station unexpectedly became still as all eyes sat on her figure. She froze to the spot, her eyes sweeping up and down the station, searching for Graeme Clough. There he was, gently packing up his stuff into an average-sized box, his phone captured between his shoulder and head.

“Who could be behind this?” she wrestled with her thoughts.

“We received orders from the higher ups to stop…” he lifted his gaze and found her standing some meters away, speechless. Her face crinkled, confused.

He exhaled heavily, swept his palm across his forehead and threw his hands in a there's nothing we can do gesture.

Diane slowly shook her head in disbelief, “This can't be happening.” she muttered under her breath as Graeme Clough advanced towards her and threw his arm on her shoulder.

“Let's go grab a coffee.” he persuaded, bringing her along. Few months ago, her expectations sto