Two people?
Apart from Brian, did Emod provoke anyone else?
Jason was taken aback at first, then he smiled.
"For soone like him, it wouldn’t be surprising if he had enemies, would it?"
That’s what Jason said.
"Of course."
"Very normal."
"It’s to be expected."
Davide nodded his head and didn’t argue.
After all, that was the truth.
However, the middle-aged Chief of Police kept his gaze fixed on Jason, hoping to detect sothing different in his eyes, his expression.
Because according to the encounter in the evening, Emod was supposed to be the "Cross Street Stalker" looking for evidence of his wife’s infidelity, or from another perspective, he was supposed to be the one arranged by the ’copycat’.
As for Emod seeking out Jason on his own?
Davide didn’t believe it for a second.
Let alone the style of Emod’s actions dictated that if Emod had issues, he would never seek out a detective.
Not to ntion, as far as he knew, Emod didn’t have a wife at all.
Lovers, however, he had a few.
But none of those lovers would dare to betray Emod.
His ruthless tactics were well-known in Cherry City.
Because of this, Davide grew even more curious.
Who was this ’copycat’?
Daring enough to ’blackmail’ Emod.
What kind of leverage did they have over Emod?
If so, what could that leverage be?
The middle-aged Chief of Police speculated silently in his heart.
Throughout, the middle-aged Chief of Police was watching Jason, without glancing at Kemi with her head bowed.
Naturally, he also missed the flash of worry that passed over Kemi’s face.
Two people taking action at the sa ti?
Experience tales with
Dad is one.
But who is the other?
Could Dad be in danger?
Kemi thought almost subconsciously.
She wanted to control her expression, but Kemi, with no such training, couldn’t possibly control her own face and could only rely on lowering her head to cover it up. ᚱÁɴỖВĚꞨ
Jason shifted his body slightly, unnoticeably allowing his tall and robust fra to completely shield Kemi.
"It seems your conversation this afternoon wasn’t very pleasant?"
The middle-aged Chief of Police, having observed with no results, began his verbal probing.
"Hmm."
"He made it very clear that he would take care of everything."
"And ?"
"I was just lucky to have seen him."
"All that was left was for to say, *Your Excellency, it’s an honor to et you*."
Jason didn’t deny it.
"Yes, that’s Emod’s style."
The middle-aged Chief of Police laughed.
Aside from his ruthlessness, Emod’s domineering attitude was also well-known.
Only this ti, Emod had clearly provoked the wrong person.
"Do you think Emod’s death is connected to the ’copycat’?"
The middle-aged Chief of Police asked.
"I don’t know."
Jason simply shook his head.
The middle-aged Chief of Police looked at Jason once more, lingered his gaze for another two or three seconds, then a smile appeared on his face.
"Very well, I understand."
"If there’s anything, call ."
The middle-aged police chief said as he pulled out a business card.
It displayed a number separate from the ergency line.
"Okay."
Jason nodded and took the card.
At this mont, McCaul approached with Telly by his side.
"Chief Davide, can I leave now?"
McCaul asked the middle-aged police chief directly.
Clearly, they knew each other.
But... the relationship was not good.
Jason could see that when McCaul walked over, Davide’s brows furrowed instantly, although it was just for a mont, Jason’s sharp eyes still caught it.
"Of course you can’t!"
"Detective McCaul, I need you to cooperate with my investigation."
"Why are you here?"
"Please answer carefully, otherwise, I will write a report to revoke your private detective license."
The middle-aged police chief said sternly, his usual smile gone.
"I’m here to eat, of course."
"What else? To cause trouble?"
"Don’t joke. I would not provoke Emod."
McCaul asked rhetorically on purpose.
"It’s better not be."
"And her? Who is she?"
Chief Davide pointed at Telly.
"She’s my new assistant, just started her internship today, so it’s best not to scare her."
McCaul answered without blinking.
Chief Davide looked suspiciously at Telly’s sowhat youthful face; despite her matured look, she still appeared too young, young enough to cast involuntary doubt.
But McCaul quickly produced docunts he had prepared in advance.
"These are her employnt papers, with a copy of her ID card on the back."
McCaul handed the employnt papers to the middle-aged chief.
Chief Davide scrutinized the employnt papers and examined the copy of Telly’s ID card. He even had soone check it,
And finally, after everything checked out, he allowed McCaul to leave.
Jason, of course, left with him.
"Lord Jason, please be cautious of unrelated individuals."
As Jason was leaving the restaurant, the middle-aged police chief reminded him.
"Okay."
Jason agreed.
"That chief seems very wary of you?"
A hundred ters away from the restaurant, making sure there was no one around, Jason asked McCaul.
"Not ."
"It’s the sa with all private detectives."
"So incidents in the past have made this chief very sensitive to private detectives."
"But, he’s a good man."
McCaul said.
Jason nodded noncommittally.
Kemi couldn’t hold back.
"A good man?"
"I feel like he’s like a sly, smiling fox."
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