Chapter 39 No Softness

***Hazel***

Jocelyn is staring.

Not subtly. Not politely. Full-on, jaw-slack, eyes darting between the two men standing in front of our desks like they materialized out of thin air.

They’re both dressed in dark suits. No badges. No smiles. One of them has his hands folded in front of him like a statue. The other scans the floor, the ceiling, the exits—everything except us.

I don’t like this.

Not o