Chapter 174 A New Lead
In situations like this, Lemon had nothing to contribute; she just ate quietly and listened.
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It was Caesar who finally said, “That red sports car is a little too conspicuous. What if… the tunnel… I’ve got an idea, but it sounds a little far–fetched–probably impossible to pull off.”
Mario gave Caesar a look and instantly understood.
He asked Waylon, “Were there any big trucks at the scene? The kind with containers–like freight trucks?”
They’d already reviewed the footage from every traffic cam multiple times. Waylon could recall the key info without even thinking.
Big trucks, containers–there had actually been one that showed up in one of the tunnels.
“There was just one huge one. Looked like it was hauling fruit or something.”
Caesar said, “I saw a movie once–actually, just a clip–where a car entered a tunnel and never came out. Turned out the car had been loaded into a massive truck inside the tunnel. That’s why it vanished.”
That actually opened up a whole new possibility.
“It would explain why Larry’s car never exited. In reality, both Larry and the car were transported out. I’m just worried… is Larry even still alive?”
“He should be.” A knock came from the door just then, followed by a girl’s voice. Aimee walked in, dressed in simple workwear; her pant legs were soaked.
The moment Aimee entered, Caesar got up quickly and went over to her.
Ash followed behind her, with a few staff members carrying towels and a change of clothes for women.
“Go change first; we’ll talk after.”
Aimee was about to say something but Caesar cut her off and pushed her toward the bathroom. She had no choice but to hand over her press credentials to her brother.
Ten minutes later, Aimee came out looking fresh and dry.
Ash took her wet clothes, saying they’d be washed, dried, and returned.
Aimee had no idea the service at the Watering Hole was this good; her mouth hung open for a second, but no words came out.
“What’s it like at the scene?” Chase asked.
Aimee waved a hand and gulped down a big glass of water. “Don’t even ask. Tons of reporters there–it’s chaos. No one dared fight me for the headline since I’m with Typhoon Corp, but the second anyone from the Harrison family showed up, everyone swarmed them.”
Mario handed Aimee a bowl of hot soup. “Why do you think Larry’s still alive?”
“Based on what I know about Alfred.” Aimee took a sip of soup; warmth returned to her body. She said, “If Henry’s really the one who took Larry, then sure, Larry’s in for hell–but he wouldn’t die that easily. Alfred
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Chapter 174 A New Lead
-Henry–loved to torture people when he was abroad.”
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Back when Aimee had been secretly collecting intel, she’d already uncovered a lot of evidence of Alfred’s abuse.
But once Alfred returned under the identity of Henry and scrubbed his record clean, none of that evidence could be used.
To the country, Alfred was a brand–new man–not just Henry’s representative.
“Larry ever do something to piss off Henry?” Aimee asked, confused.
Lemon let out a laugh. “Not exactly. More like… jealousy. Two guys are fighting over a little inheritance. Henry was half–joking about it; Larry wasn’t. They both pulled a lot of crap on each other–out in the open and behind the scenes. Henry’s a petty man. What the heck did Wendy ever see in him?”
Chase went quiet.
That wasn’t just Lemon’s question–it was what everyone who knew the history between them wanted to ask.
“Henry acted so weak and gentle in front of Wendy. Even I didn’t notice anything off.” Thinking about how he’d basically let the tiger back into the mountains, Waylon got even more pissed. “I said it before–if we’d just locked Henry up for a few days, I’d have had all the evidence I needed. But no, you all said no.”
Bigger picture, bigger picture–Waylon always worked with motive and evidence. If he had one of the two, he’d make a move.
But Chase and the others prioritized the long game and the broader implications.
And because of that, they’d missed plenty of chances.
Chase said, “Alright, alright–I get it. We messed up. Aren’t we trying to fix it now?”
As they talked, Chase kept glancing at his phone.
The signal in Cliff Haven really was awful. Usually, it took several messages and over thirty minutes before Wendy replied–and even then, the replies weren’t immediate.
“Tomorrow I’m going to question Henry. Damn it–this is the first time I’ve ever needed an appointment to talk to a suspect. Why’s it gotta be so damn complicated with Henry just because he came back from overseas?”
Aimee said, “Unless it’s a major criminal case, anyone with status and identity overseas requires an appointment. If it’s serious enough, you won’t even get to see the suspect–you’ll only be allowed to speak to their representative. That person will answer your questions on their behalf.”
Waylon fell silent.
Back when he was overseas, he’d track people down himself. No questions asked. Once h he’d haul them in. None of this red tape.
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