Author’s POVAs Hannah slipped away from the crowd, she went to a corner away from the crowd and pulled out her phone, dialing Clint’s number with shaking fingers.She didn’t think she could trust him, but Clint was the only person who could get her the answers and help she needed.As soon as the phone rang, he picked up, his voice urgent and unsteady, “Mrs. Ford? Is everything okay?”Hannah pinched the bridge of her nose, thinking this over again, and then sighed,“I need your help, Clint,” she whispered. “There was a man here tonight at the party. He has information that I need from him, which is why I’m going to need you to find him.” Clint let out a low sigh, his voice edged with frustration. It seemed despite his warning, Hannah was still bent on putting herself into trouble.“Hannah, you're going to have to stop this. Don’t you see how risky all of this is?”Hannah closed her eyes, leaning back against the wall, her mind spinning. Clint was right, this was spiraling out of co
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