Chapter 24
The middle-aged officer didn’t believe for a second that Nash had anything to do with the murder. However, everything Nash had said about the perpetrator had turned out to be accurate.
The driver responsible for the accident had been taken to the hospital for a full examination the night before. The results showed that the driver was suffering from advanced uremia. They immediately began interrogating him under pressure, and he eventually confessed.
The driver’s long battle with uremia had drained his family’s finances. He required dialysis regularly, which put an enormous strain on his already impoverished household. His wife and children worked tirelessly, from dawn until dusk, just to cover his medical expenses.
But despite their efforts, the cost of his treatment kept rising. Desperate, the driver accepted a job from a special channel. Nash had described the events exactly as they had unfolded. They even began to suspect that Nash was somehow connected to this “special channel” or that he might be the mastermind behind it all.
The female law enforcement officer looked at Nash coldly. “First, let me see your ID card.”
Nash pulled out his ID from the inner pocket of his suit and handed it to her.
She glanced at it, then raised an eyebrow. “Is your ID fake?”
The ID card appeared legitimate—standard photo, name, gender, birth date, and ID number. But the address only listed “Tili Mountain.”
Nash grinned. “I’ll cooperate with your investigation. Feel free to verify if my ID card is real or fake.”
The middle-aged officer frowned as he took the ID and scanned it with an electronic device. A moment later, he handed it back to Angelica. “It’s genuine.”
Angelica’s surprise was evident. In her three years of service, she had never come across an ID card with such an ambiguous address.
[Name: Nash Calcraft.]
[Sex: Male.]
[Birth: September 9, 1999.]
[Address: Tili Mountain.]
She read the information aloud. “Is this all correct?”
Nash shrugged. “Could they be incorrect?”
Angelica’s frown deepened. “Please answer truthfully.”
“It’s correct,” Nash replied, his tone steady.
She pressed further. “What’s your relationship with the Lewis family? How long have you been with them?”
Nash responded calmly. “I’m Hera Lewis’ fiancé. I only arrived at the Lewis Estate the day before yesterday.”
The middle-aged officer and Angelica exchanged a glance. If Nash had only just arrived, yet people had already died—he had to be involved, didn’t he?
The middle-aged officer locked the car door and slowly pulled his gun from its holster.
Nash couldn’t believe what was happening. If he were the one responsible, he wouldn’t have questioned the traffic accident yesterday. Yet here he was, being treated as a suspect.
Angelica took a deep breath, her gaze hardening. “Nash Calcraft, I need you to come with us to the police station now.”
Neil, who had been silent until now, spoke up bitterly. “I provided you with clues that led to the real culprit. And now you’re accusing me?”
Angelica’s voice turned cold. “I suspect you’re the one pulling the strings behind this. We’ll subpoena you according to the law.”
The middle-aged officer took out a pair of handcuffs.
Suddenly, a loud tap echoed on the car window from the outside.
Cracks spider-webbed across the entire window as if a powerful force had struck it.
The officer’s expression darkened. He stepped out of the car, his gun raised, and pointed it at the bearded man who had appeared out of nowhere.
“Who are you?” he shouted.