“So, what do you think?” Waylon asked Chase.
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When he stepped outside his profession, Chase’s opinions tended to be much more objective. Waylon, bound by professional instinct, couldn’t afford to let go of any suspect–hich often led to messy conclusions.
Chase began to talk about what he and Wendy had guessed last night.
“I thought it was Larry too. Wendy and I both did. After all, he’s the only one currently doing business in pharmaceuticals. But after listening to Madeline’s account, I don’t think it’s him anymore. Honestly, Larry’s not that smart. There’s no way he could’ve pulled off something this complex.”
Waylon exhaled a mouthful of smoke and nodded.
“Yeah, I agree. If it’s not Larry, then it has to be Henry. Aimee once exposed one of Moses Group’s scams overseas. Her hard drive might contain secrets about Moses Group.”
It had been over 24 hours. The police were now stationed at Aimee’s home, fully on guard, waiting for the next message from the kidnappers.
All the intel from Madeline pointed to one thing–Cloud Hospital’s web had grown massive.
Luckily, Chase hadn’t spooked anyone.
“So you’re saying there are a lot of people like Madeline and Sean. Trying to take them down one by one could take forever.”
By noon, Waylon had already gone to Aimee’s house. Bernard and Blanc were eating lunch in Chase’s office. Melody had ordered food for the three of them.
“I saw the new shift schedule. Starting next week, I’ve got three straight night shifts with Sean. I don’t actually know much about him,” Blanc said while picking out all the onions from his meal.
Bernard sat beside him, watching Blanc’s fussy little moves. He was several years older than Blanc, and at this point, he viewed him more like a younger brother. Seeing Blanc pick out the onions he didn’t like, Bernard couldn’t help but sigh.
“Dr. Blanc, how did you even survive med school? What kind of doctor is picky with food?”
“Class is class. Eating stuff I don’t like goes against my nature. Anyway, I’ve got surgery this afternoon,” Blanc replied.
The group quickly finished eating. Blanc rushed off. Seeing Chase still deep in thought, Bernard pulled out a cigarette and handed it to him.
Chase hesitated for a few seconds, but still took it.
He actually did smoke, just rarely–mostly because of professional discipline. Plus, he always stopped Wendy from smoking, so he felt he had to set the example at home. He barely smoked at all.
But today was definitely been mentally exhausting.
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Chase smoked slowly, a bit awkwardly. He paused before shaking his head. “She won’t. Her son is the most important person to her. Mr. Fred promised to protect her kid. If she leaves, the killer definitely won’t let her go.”
Madeline had done so much for the killer–she had become a liability. They wouldn’t let her live.
If she wanted to stay safe, she couldn’t leave Cloud Hospital.
That was exactly why Madeline kept helping, again and again, and never resigned.
“What do you think now? Mr. Fred didn’t look too happy when he left. Seems like he doesn’t agree with your take. So it’s not Larry?”
As someone involved in the whole thing, Bernard naturally knew everything. Chase didn’t hide anything from him when he and Wendy talked about the case.
“Based on intelligence, it doesn’t seem like him.” Chase stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray. “If we’re going by brainpower, it fits Henry more. The connections were built layer by layer. Larry doesn’t think that carefully. Henry’s different.”
They were cousins, sure, but Larry had been spoiled too much at home. Henry, on the other hand, had learned to endure.
“Henry pretty much suffered in silence overseas. He didn’t marry Shanelle out of love–it was for her family background. He gave up Wendy, the beautiful girl he’d dated for years, to marry someone he didn’t even like. If it were me, I couldn’t do that.”
Chase snapped out of it when he noticed Bernard texting back. Thinking of Bernard’s partner, Chase laughed. “You’d be one of those ancient kings who gave up the throne for a woman.”
“I’m not arguing with you. I have joint surgery this afternoon. What about you? Not doing any surgery lately?”
“I’ve got one next week. It’s a collaborative consult out of state. I’ll loop you in. Ortho’s going to help too. I’ve been trying to rest up for it.”
Bernard nodded and put away his phone. “I’m out.”
Ever since Fiona left the Harrison family, Wendy could only check on Henry through surveillance.
After returning, Henry had been carefully maintaining his image as the devoted, loyal man–as if no other woman could get close to him except Wendy.
But what she saw on camera told a different story.
The Harrison parents had put Henry in charge of their entertainment company–as good as tossing a fish back in the sea.
Just this month, he’d brought home more women than she could count on one hand.
Every time that happened, the nanny would take Joy and leave.
