Chapter 44: Boomerang

Tony Woods POV

“Sir, I hope you do know that you're the one delaying this investigation, right?

I wouldn't want you to play the victim card when the table gets turned in your favor.

For crying out loud, it's getting late, and we haven't done anything significant,” Marcus told me, even when I warned him not to speak.

He spoke so fast, as though he were under immense pressure.

It was obvious that he couldn't keep the thought to himself for too long.

What he said about me was rather degrading. Such an act could be capable of bringing out the best in me. But what was I supposed to do anyway?

Absolutely nothing!

I didn't pick any offense in what Marcus said about me, and neither did I retaliate that he used a harsh tone on me even when he shouldn't be doing that.

Irrespective of how everything will play out, I always expected him to be on my side at all times.

Inside of me, I knew he was right. I was doing the same thing I was kicked against a couple of minutes ago.

I had a glance at everyone, including Sean, who was patiently waiting for the world to end abruptly so he could be free from the torture.

Despite all the allegations against him, Sean didn't request a lawyer, which made it more weird.

It was a sign that he had already accepted his fate to be jailed for life, even without a fair court hearing.

“She's his wife,” Sean uttered, hence fuelling my anger.

I was about to berate him for speaking in my favor when he looked away and hit the gear at full speed.

“They've been married for six years and the marriage has blessed them with a 3-year-old son whose name is Kelly,” Sean spilled too a good deal of information just when he noticed that I wasn't ready to speak.

“Sean?” I called out.

That was the only thing I could say at the moment.

He made me speechless with his actions. Sean kept me in a complicated situation.

I had mixed feelings after listening to him speak.

I couldn't tell If I should be mad at him for being too forward or be thankful that he removed the anxiety away from my heart.

After putting the words in my mouth, Sean managed to apologize, “I'm sorry, I just needed to do this.

I'm sick and tired of what's happening around me. I know I'm never coming out of this alive,”

“I see you know a lot about his wife. Who's she to you?” The officer asked Sean.

It took a while before he could pop the question. He thought that Sean was going to spill a lot of information.

But unfortunately, that never happened.

“He got my wife pregnant. This son of a bitch is the biological Father of my son, Kelly,” I alleged.

I accused Sean even though I had no clear evidence to back my claim.

That was the only way I could get back at Sean for the shame and disgrace he caused me.

“Oh, shit.

Are we going to do this again? How many times do I want to tell you I'm not the father of your son?” Sean ranted.

He screamed until the veins around his neckline nearly popped out.

He tried doing everything to make me believe his story, but I ignored him.

I stood on my ground and argued over the matter.

I referred to Angela's blackmail of Sean and, of course, the fact that Angela and Sean dated in the past.

Those were enough evidence that they might have rekindled their love for each other after they reconnected.

“Okay, that's it.

Enough with the argument already,” the officer stepped in as he acted as our mediator.

“We shouldn't argue over this. I'm pretty sure a DNA result would provide the answer you all seek,” the officer suggested.

After his suggestion, he introduced himself as Officer Patrick.

Stupid me!

I was so engrossed in finding out the truth that I wasn't bothered to find out about his name.

“What If the DNA turns out to be negative? What's my compensation? We need to reach an agreement before proceeding,” Sean stated.

The moment I sensed the confidence in his tone, I knew for sure that he was damn serious about it.

It was the greatest challenge of my life since the case began.

The question got me second-guessing myself to the point where I didn't even know what I wanted for myself anymore.

An accusation without concrete evidence is as good as invalid, and I wouldn't want to appear like a fool before the honorable court.

“If you don't respond in 60 seconds, I will take your silence for a response,” Officer Frank warned me.

“I'm interested,” I hurriedly spoke with a cracked tone.

None of them responded. It was obvious that they wanted me to repeat what I said.

I figured that was the only way for them to be convinced that I was certain about my decision.

“I am ready to conduct the DNA test result in a different hospital,” I repeated my utterances, but this time, with a bit of confidence.

I didn't know what I was doing when I made the decision. However, I was hoping it would go in my favor.

“That's it!

We now have a case.

But first, we need to take Mr. Sean to the station.

He has a lot of questions to do,” Officer Patrick announced as he brought out his cuffs and wrapped them in Sean's hands like a prisoner.

On the verge of stepping out of the vehicle, we heard a phone ring. I wasn't bothered because I recognized my caller tune.

Just like me, Officer Patrick and Marcus weren't tense.

Unfortunately, the only person with an awkward expression was Sean.

He acted like he was hiding another dirty little secret that was more dreadful than the previous ones.

He hasn't answered the phone yet, and he's already sending us some bad signals