That same morning, Detective Porter visits the EightG Biscuit head office where Alex is currently working. But of course, he is not very well received, because this one detective has also gotten in Harry Gaines’ nerve even before this.The receptionists in the lobby have also been quite familiar with his face. He has been such a nuisance, and Harry Gaines has also given them notice to never accept him.“Do you have any warrant?” asks one of the receptionists with a sour face.“I just want to have a meeting with your CEO,” utters Detective Porter.“With all due respect, how many times do we need to make it clear to you, Mr. Porter? Unless an official letter from the police requires him to accept all the interrogations you would ask him, Mr. Gaines will never open the door of his office to you.”“I’m not here for Harry Gaines. I know you have a new CEO right now, and I just want to have some talk with him. This is important,” explains Porter.The two receptionists look at each other wit

The one officer, who interviews Dylan, walks approaching Detective Barnes, and then whispers to him.“I’m sure that big guy over there said that this man was out last night.”“Heh! They are adjusting their fake testimonies, huh?” sneers Detective Barnes with a little chuckle.That detective approaches Dylan, and then sits right in front of him with a cold face.“Kid, you better not playing around with us. You will only make things difficult for yourself by giving false statements. A lie will always require further lies to cover the previous one.”It’s effective to change Dylan’s mind. But it doesn’t mean he is going to admit everything.“I, I did leave the house last night. So what? This is a free country, and the pandemic has long gone. Everyone can get out during the night.”“Then why would you lie to us? If you believe there’s nothing wrong with going out, you don’t need to lie,” argues Detective Barnes lowly. “Now it’s not about whether you left the house or not. Where were you du

That collision creates a loud dull sound, attracting some neighbors’ attention. They rush out of their home to see what’s going on. The driver who hits Owen Porter’s car looks so fine. It’s clear this is not simply an accident. A man with a mountain motorbike appears and stops near his car. The man rushes out of his car and hoops on the bike before slapping the rider’s back. “You okay?” “Just go!” They flee toward the same direction where Alex drives, and pass ahead him. Alex just keeps driving his car slowly, like he has no concern with that accident. The same with the old man Elijah, keeps looking straight to the front with his flat face. “Is this your work?” asks the old man. “Nope. And don’t ask whose work it is,” replies Alex, telling the old man to completely ignore that accident. When Alex is back to his house, he sees that the incident place has been flooded by people, two police cars, and one ambulance. It’s already dark with a little drizzle, but the place looks so m

Alex himself is really so annoyed right now, that he pays less concern to his surroundings. And Boris has no choice but to just follow him.“He must have conspired with that man this whole time, setting you in that affair to influence Sofia to divorce you. Maybe he decided to kill that man to shut his mouth,” Boris speculates.“I knew it was his doing,” utters Alex as his rage slowly grows to its peak. “He deliberately showed it to me, believing that his evil scheme won’t be revealed.”“Now, how are we going to tell this to the police,” mumbles Boris full of thought. “I don’t think it’s going to be that simple.”“You don’t have to! Like I said, I’m going to pay him myself,” says Alex before asking another glass of sour lemon juice to the bartender.Immediately, Dylan’s face turns so pale to hear such a threat and turns away. He rushes walking out of that pub, and gets back to his car.Alex drinks another of sour lemon juice, and it’s really effective to make his mood a bit better.“So

And two days later, Owen Porter wakes up. But he doesn’t cry like what Alex said. Even after he gets even better, he always looks so at peace. Every time his colleagues pay a visit, he always welcomes them with a peaceful smile. They don’t find anything serious with his condition. But it’s different with Detective Barnes. That fat detective tries to share with him regarding the murder case of Brook Hutchinson. But Owen Porter doesn’t show any interest in following him. “I don’t know why. But I feel like this has some link with the 12 murder cases you have been trying to solve. Everything revolves around Rodolfo Vega, despite the fact that man is already dead. For some reason, it’s all now focused on that man, Alexander Davis.” But Owen Porter doesn’t say a word. His face looks so flat and blank. “Hey, are you following me?” asks Detective Barnes. “Ah?” Owen Porter responds to him with a clueless face. “I’m asking your opinion about the case of Brook Hutchinson here.” “Oh,” repl