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As he began to form a plan in his mind, the investigator spoke up again, his tone more urgent. “Sir, there’s something else. We’ve discovered that other parties are also looking into Ashleigh. Specifically, members of La Mano Nera.” Adrian’s eyes darkened, and the room grew cold.

But since sheÕd already jumped in with both feet, there was no way for her to turn back now. She could tell from the way Pete was twitching nervously next to her that he, too, had picked up on the situation at hand. Going on a hunch, she pulled out her last card to gauge their reactions. ÒBy the way, Detective Branson at Brownsville PD would like to have a word with you. According to him, you skipped out before he could finish questioning you.Ó Jackpot!

Elle réfléchit et elle a l'air d'accepter ce que je dis. Bri : C'est un agent de police. Il était en mission sous couverture pour coffrer mon père… il s'est servi de moi pour atteindre mon père. Je n'en reviens pas d'une telle déclaration. Je m'attendais à tout sauf à ça. Bri : Il ne s'appelle pas Marco. Son prénom est Nicholas. Je me retiens pour ne pas jurer. Je suis tout autant choquée. Moi : Chérie, le mal est fait. Tu ne peux pas pleurer pour quelqu'un qui s'est autant mal comporté avec toi.

The investigator thought for a moment, then replied with some difficulty, “Setting aside the fact that Brookshire City is far away and hard to investigate, this happened many years ago. I’m afraid some of his movements may no longer be traceable.” Indeed, continuing to investigate like this would take too much time and effort. Before Sarah could give up, the investigator said with slight excitement, “I just asked around among my contacts. One of my friends has some connections in Brookshire City. I’ll ask him to try.” Joy flashed across Sarah’s face. “Go ahead and investigate. I’ll transfer any funds you need later to your account.” The investigator agreed readily and went off to find someon

Velia decided to watch TV to chase away the boredom, and the news displayed the events that had befallen her. “The investigation is still ongoing to apprehend suspects B and RB, who are strongly believed to be SH's henchmen in their criminal activities. RB is an employee at one of Ashford City's leading IT companies. The suspect is believed to have fled a few days before SH's arrest. At the time of this report, the police are still gathering information from a witness who last saw the suspect at a hotel.” Greatech was in an uproar. The incident had also impacted the company, especially the Development and Planning Department.

Nova frowned. “From what?” Cassian pointed toward the evidence boxes visible on another monitor. “The files.” The room fell silent. Because he was right. Investigators were uncovering years of records. The network was collapsing. The producers were being exposed. And suddenly— the headlines weren’t about HeartLock anymore. They were about him. Convenient. Very convenient. The archive door rattled again. Harder this time. “Federal investigators!” A voice echoed from outside. “Open the door immediately!”

Now. My fingers tapped once against the armrest as I stared at nothing in particular, my wolf restless beneath my skin. Whoever did this had crossed a line that could never be forgiven. Silver in our water supply wasn’t just an attack—it was a declaration of war. And I would answer it accordingly. A knock echoed suddenly through the chamber. I didn’t move immediately. I already knew who it was before the door even opened. The door creaked inward, and my eyes lifted slowly. It was Branson. ""Our personal investigator.

There was something in the immediacy of his presence that couldn’t be replicated in memory. “Well?” He didn’t even look at her, focused on the blue glow of his computer screen. She didn’t waste a moment. She knew he wouldn’t stand for it. “We have a problem. I haven’t recorded anything for security reasons. But Leo Bragh is running a very aggressive advance fee fraud, accepting ‘investments’ for compensation in insider tips.” Kade’s eyes flicked up to focus on her, the full weight of his attention weighing on her all at once. She felt herself waver but gathered herself quickly.

Heather was seen standing not far from his brother with a worried expression. “He came... ahkk... he broke my arm... aah!” Brandon grimaced in pain and cried. He couldn't stand the excruciating pain. "How did it happen?" Jake asked in surprise. "I've already told you that he is a madman, a psychopath! Luckily, my brother screamed, so he survived; otherwise, he would have died like Mr. Donovan!” Heather said, her emotions rising. “Calm down, Miss Meadow. Please explain to us what happened. We will also take CCTV footage as well as some eyewitnesses. We will arrest Vincent Cox as soon as possible," said Mike Emerson, who led the investigation into the case. Heather snorted sarcastically and lo