For this arrest, Officer Crawford ca along, but before entering, he took a call outside, and upon hearing its content, he frowned.
"Dead? Okay, bring the body back first."
Just as Officer Crawford put down his phone, he caught sight of a luxury car pulling up. A man and a woman stepped out, and when Officer Crawford recognized the man, he paused.
He realized it was Vincent Hawthorne.
Officer Crawford was puzzled as to why Vincent Hawthorne was here.
The next mont, he saw the woman who stepped out with Vincent Hawthorne linking arms with him.
Recalling what Tanya Sinclair ntioned about the divorce last ti, Officer Crawford imdiately understood.
Just a few days after the divorce and already so intimate with another woman, it’s likely the affair started before the divorce.
Vincent Hawthorne also recognized Officer Crawford; back in the day, his kidnapping case was a huge deal, and later when he was hospitalized, it was Officer Crawford who visited to take his statent.
"Officer Crawford, what brings you here?"
Vincent Hawthorne found it a bit odd.
Before Officer Crawford could respond, his team brought out Sean Lynn, who was still in handcuffs!
Cindy Lynn saw this and panicked, imdiately rushing forward.
"Dad!" She was furious. "What are you doing? What did my dad do wrong to be arrested?"
Before Sean Lynn could speak, Officer Crawford said coldly, "Sean Lynn is suspected of inciting murder, with both witnesses and evidence. We also have a warrant. If you have objections, you can file a complaint."
Inciting murder...
There was a clear flash of panic in Cindy’s eyes. Officer Crawford, with his years of experience in criminal investigation, saw through her odd behavior instantly, his gaze becoming sharp and aningful.
"Officer Crawford, is there so kind of misunderstanding?" Vincent Hawthorne was bewildered by the situation before him. He stepped forward with a frown. "I’m also acquainted with your chief..."
Officer Crawford chuckled coldly, "Then Mr. Hawthorne, please contact them on the way to the station."
"?" Vincent Hawthorne’s face changed slightly. "I need to go to the station with you as well?"
Officer Crawford replied, "A heavily burnt body was discovered by the police, suspected to be that of fugitive Old Ninth King. Mr. Hawthorne, you should be quite familiar with this person. Please co along to take a look."
Old Ninth King...
Vincent Hawthorne frowned slightly, his expression showing unfamiliarity. It took him a while to rember.
"Are you saying, Old Ninth King, who kidnapped years ago?"
Officer Crawford couldn’t help but feel a bit indignant.
Seeing Vincent Hawthorne’s reaction, he seed to have almost forgotten about this person!
The situation back then was so perilous that Officer Crawford still couldn’t forget it. Yet the victim, Vincent Hawthorne, seed to have almost forgotten!
No wonder he could even abandon his wife who had risked her life to save him.
Officer Crawford didn’t bother to waste more words, opening the car door, "Please."
Cindy Lynn wanted to follow but was stopped by Officer Crawford.
"Ms. Lynn, please don’t impede official duties. When you are needed, I will naturally co to you."
Sean Lynn was escorted into another police car.
Vincent Hawthorne consoled Cindy Lynn with a few words before getting into the car with Officer Crawford.
Throughout the ride, Vincent Hawthorne kept making phone calls, contacting lawyers, the chief, and everyone he could reach out to.
Officer Crawford watched his anxious efforts cold-heartedly, feeling increasingly sorry for Tanya Sinclair, the forr wife.
The car arrived at the police station. Vincent Hawthorne followed Officer Crawford out, while Sean Lynn was led to the interrogation room. Officer Crawford took Vincent Hawthorne directly to the morgue, where the heavily burnt body of Old Ninth King lay on the table, one eye missing.
Vincent Hawthorne glanced at it, then rushed out to vomit.
After purging, his mind cleared considerably.
The events of the past started to beco clear in his mind again.
Old Ninth King’s eye...was blinded by Tanya Sinclair... He rembered her being half-covered in blood as she rushed to save him.
At that ti, her hands were trembling, yet she comforted him, ’Vincent, you’ll be fine. I won’t let anything happen to you...’
In truth, he never forgot this; he just... stopped caring as much over ti. He got too accustod to Tanya Sinclair’s kindness towards him.
A glass of water was handed to him by his side.
Vincent Hawthorne rinsed his mouth and thanked Officer Crawford.
"Through the remnants found on Old Ninth King’s body, we located a shady motel where he’d temporarily stayed. Inside, we found a bag he carried, and these are the photos inside the bag."
Officer Crawford handed the photos to Vincent Hawthorne for him to see.
Vincent Hawthorne flipped through a few photos before finding them unbearable.
All were photos of Tanya Sinclair.
In each photo, Tanya Sinclair’s eyes were scratched out.
"So, Old Ninth King ca back to take revenge on Tanya Sinclair?"
"Yes," Officer Crawford replied. "Not long ago, Ms. Sinclair reported an incident where she was assaulted on the street and nearly lost her life."
Vincent Hawthorne: "..."
He clutched the photos tightly in his hand, "She never ntioned a thing about this to ..."
Officer Crawford laughed mockingly, "Perhaps she thought even if she did, you, Mr. Hawthorne, wouldn’t care. After all, you’re preoccupied with a new woman and the Lynn Family, leaving no ti to worry about your ex-wife."
Seeing the worsening expression on Vincent Hawthorne’s face, Officer Crawford added a final blow, "Oh, and by the way, on the day Ms. Sinclair was attacked, she technically wasn’t yet your ex-wife."
"..." Vincent Hawthorne gripped the photos tightly, just about to speak when he saw down the corridor, Ms. Sinclair with a female officer passing by.
Vincent Hawthorne was taken aback, "Tanya?"
What was she doing here? Was it also because of Old Ninth King’s case?
He was about to go forward and confirm but was blocked by Officer Crawford.
Vincent Hawthorne hesitantly said, "I think I just saw Tanya Sinclair..."
"Of course. Ms. Sinclair is the victim’s family in the Sean Lynn case. When it goes to court, she’ll be the plaintiff," Officer Crawford warned sternly, "Thus, Mr. Hawthorne, please refrain from bothering her in the police station!"
Vincent Hawthorne felt a bit stunned, "What victim’s family?"
Officer Crawford looked at him as if looking at an idiot, "Sean Lynn incited the female nurse Sharon Lewis at the nursing ho to poison Ms. Sinclair’s grandfather, Horace Sinclair! Sharon Lewis was caught in the act, so we have both witnesses and evidence!"
Vincent Hawthorne’s mind buzzed loudly.
...
In the interrogation room.
Tanya Sinclair stood outside the one-way mirror, watching Sean Lynn sitting there calmly in handcuffs.
On that face, she couldn’t find a trace of guilt or remorse.
Facing the police interrogation, Sean Lynn rely responded lightly, "I exercise my right to remain silent until my lawyer arrives." Then he said nothing more.
"Officer, may I go in and have a word with him?" Tanya Sinclair proactively asked.
At this point, Officer Crawford ca over and nodded in agreent.
After the two officers left, Tanya Sinclair walked in and sat across from Sean Lynn.
Sean Lynn was surprised to see Tanya Sinclair appear, but quickly regained his composure.
He leaned back in his chair, staring coldly at Tanya Sinclair with a sneer that didn’t reach his eyes. "Are you feeling triumphant now, thinking you’ve won? Let tell you, Tanya Sinclair, I won’t admit to false charges. Even if, in the worst-case scenario, I did incite murder, Sharon Lewis’s attempt was unsuccessful, so how many years could I be sentenced to?"
He slowly leaned towards Tanya Sinclair, glaring at her with increasing malice.
"Your eyes resemble your mother’s so much. You’re just like her, a damned bitch!" he cursed through gritted teeth, his once handso and gentle face now twisted.
This man, who now cursed her death at every turn, had once treated her like a princess twenty years ago...
Tanya Sinclair closed her eyes briefly, suppressing the last tinge of bitterness, and steadied her gaze on Sean Lynn.
"You’ve hurled so many insults, yet you’ve never ntioned my mother betraying you, so there can only be one reason." Tanya Sinclair analyzed calmly, "It’s not my mother who betrayed you in marriage, rather your marriage was a transaction from the start. I’m not your daughter; you knew that long ago, didn’t you?"
Sean Lynn’s expression changed drastically.
Tanya Sinclair saw his reaction and knew she was right.
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