"He ran." Edward Stephens’ face was dark, his expression grim. "I looked for him two hours ago and found a strand of Daisy Ginger’s hair in his lounge. Although I took it without his knowledge, I’m afraid he already realized I’m onto him."
The deputy chief paused, seeing Edward Stephens’ somewhat dejected look, patted his shoulder, and reassured him, "You’ve already done very well."
The team he brought had quickly sealed off the office and found a large number of Daisy Ginger’s fingerprints in the lounge. They even discovered her dried blood on the sheets.
Edward Stephens’ unexpected arrival left Ian Linton with little time to deal with these traces; we can say the evidence is conclusive.
On the floor of the lounge, they found a rudimentary lift leading directly to the basement parking lot.
When Edward Stephens arrived at Ian Linton’s office, Daisy Ginger might have already been hidden in the parking lot by him.
And while he awaited the test results in the car, he had already driven out of the parking lot with Daisy Ginger, heading in an unknown direction.
Edward Stephens punched the wall, blood droplets bursting from his knuckles. An infinite surge of negative emotions spread from his chest, and he couldn’t even feel the pain of his broken bones crashing against the wall.
If only he had been more careful and not been discovered by Ian Linton...
This thought exploded like fireworks in his mind, making it impossible for him to calm down and think.
"Young Master Wen," someone approached and placed a hand on his shoulder, "why don’t you go downstairs and rest for a bit? We can handle the inspection here."
Edward Stephens raised his head and looked at the face of the middle-aged man in front of him, a face that was stern yet slightly kind, with a hint of worry in his eyes.
He glanced at his reflection in the glass window and was slightly startled by what he saw. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝔫𝔢𝔱
Those eyes, swirling with deep whirlpools of malevolence...
The deputy chief’s voice was slightly lowered, "Let us, the police, handle the arrest of the criminal. Don’t do anything foolish."
It was both a reminder and a warning.
Edward Stephens silently withdrew his gaze and took steps toward the elevator. The deputy chief watched his back, frowning slightly.
Extreme wisdom can lead to self-injury.
He’s a smart man; he should know the boundaries of the law and the principles of being a good person.
It’s better not to do anything foolish...
Edward Stephens sat in the car, used his mouth to twist open a bottle of mineral water, and poured it over his injured knuckles.
The clear water mixed with blood flowed down, the intense stabbing pain dissipating the frustration in his heart. He slowly exhaled, tossed the empty water bottle on the floor, and then leaned wearily against the leather seat.
It’s been too long since he’d had a good rest, and his body was filled with inexplicable soreness and fatigue; only his mind remained ever-clear, running at high speed, waiting for any incoming news.
He silently recited the name in his heart, looking up at the stars above.
After paying such a high price, if something happens to you, even as a ghost, I won’t let you go.
At one o’clock in the morning, Chloe Brooke, Ian Linton’s parents, and Chloe Brooke’s parents, as relatives and the wife of the suspect, were all summoned to the police station.
The arrest warrant had been issued, and Ethan Pond and Zoe Hilker were also notified. Late at night, they drove to the police station and saw Edward Stephens leaning against the entrance, smoking. Ethan Pond got off his motorcycle, rushed over, grabbed his collar, and demanded sharply, "Has Daisy been found?!"