Chapter 596

In Marvel, working for the system.

Claire went to the town police station to see her father and told him her friends had found evidence that could prove Thompson's innocence.

As Claire expected, her rigid father didn't believe her. Without even asking a question, he told her to go home and stop meddling.

A rebellious daughter and a stubborn father—it was only natural that they had a shouting match.

Bang!

Claire stormed out of the chief's office and slammed the door.

Bang!

She left the station in a huff.

The corners of Claire's mouth immediately lifted. Everything was going smoothly.

On her way out, she saw the dispatcher, clerks, detectives, and officers either making calls or about to make them.

Life in a small town was boring. There was only so much gossip to go around, and whoever heard it first got the first bite.

The town was small, and entertainment was scarce. The news would spread through Storybrooke in an hour or two.

Claire returned to the Three Little Pigs Inn.

Geralt opened the door.

"Done?"

"Of course!" Claire patted the rabbit on her chest. The two big white bunnies bounced excitedly at their owner's encouragement.

"This is Storybrooke. Claire's territory!"

"Uh-huh, sure." Geralt nodded absently. "What about Simmons?"

Claire had come in alone.

"Him..." Claire said irritably. "He doesn't believe we can catch the real killer. No, he thinks Thompson is the killer... Forget it. Let's not talk about him."

Claire tossed a backpack to Nancy.

"What's this?" Nancy asked.

"A change of clothes."

"I don't need one."

Nancy hadn't planned to spend the night in Storybrooke. Black Pine Town wasn't far away, after all. But when she thought of her father, once an elite lawyer and now gradually turning into a slovenly drunk, her heart sank. He