Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

170. Blame

“Yeah, this is not junk mail,” Detective Hank Reverend mutters, opening the email. There’s no subject in it, but there’s a blue-colored link in the description section. Just that, without any sort of explanation whatsoever.

“It looks like the sort of thing someone would do to give you a virus,” says Lemon, looking over the detective’s shoulder. The officers look at him, and he elaborates, “You know, whenever warning posts go all over social media telling us not to click any links we get in emails or messages under no names or numbers we don’t recognize?”

One officer, Dale I believe, glances at the detective and asks, “Should we send this to the cyber unit?”

“Not yet. I think we should click it first,” the detective decides, “but I’m going to screen record, and someone needs to record this.”

“You mean screen record and manual record both?” I question, knowing fully that I’m going to lose that phone after this definitely.

“Yeah.” I scramble behind him, taking the phone that Gerald hands