Digging for Truth
The next day, Max led them to the old train yard—where rusted tracks wound through weeds and silence. Behind a collapsed shed, his paws scraped furiously at the ground.
Rachel and Bennett dug until their fingers hit tin. Inside were vials marked with hazardous codes—illegal chemicals Hannah must have been tracking before she died.
The truth Hannah had died chasing.
And Vince Harding’s name, in her handwriting, linking it all.
