The man took the photo and frowned. “I think one of them did look like this girl, but it’s been a long time, so my memory’s fuzzy. If you want to know more, check with the cops. They were alerted to this case, so there should be a record.”
“Thanks.” He whipped out a stack of cash and handed it to the man. “I think the locals should know more about their neighbors. If they ever come back, can you give me a call?” “Sure. Nothing to it, so save the money. Just give me your number.”
Alex left his number and gave the man the money. ‘Keep the money. Thanks for your help. I’ll check with the cops now.” And he got into his car. Panic flared in his heart. Even though he had no evidence, he had a feeling that the women were Jewel and her mother. All of a sudden, he got scared of the truth. If the answer was the very thing he had in mind….
Before he could come up with any plan, his phone rang. It was from a worried Jewel, and he felt soothed. “Hey, Jewel.”
“Found them?” A sigh escaped Alex’s lips. “No. One of the women we saw last night is dead. The cops. took two men and a woman away, but their faces were covered, so I am not sure if Damian was with them. I’m going to check with the cops. If he’s not among the suspects, then he might’ve run away.”
A moment of hesitation later, Jewel said, “I think we should drop this. Not like I’m going to run into him anyway.”
“We are not letting him run away. He has the answers to a lot of questions. Don’t worry. This won’t take long.” Jewel was still a little apprehensive. “Do you have any friends in Mastar?”
“Yeah, I do. I’ll get him to help me out.” And then he made a call. I gotta make this trip and find out the truth. If it’s too dark, I can spare Jewel from it.
He came to the police station, and a blond, handsome man was waiting outside. He had deep-set eyes and an aquiline nose. With stiff Criecian, he greeted Alex. “What brings you to Mastar, Alex?”
Alex smiled and hugged him. “To see a friend. Been well, Peter?”
Peter said, “Yeah. “So, what would you like to find out?” “A murder in Number 68, Martin Avenue. It’s been a long time, but can you check it out?”
“Of course,” They went into the police station. Alex was only following Peter around while he did all the talking. Peter was the young master of the Charles Family, so he had a bit of privilege here.
The cops whipped out the record for the murder, but they only allowed Alex a few minutes to go through it. Alex thanked them and checked the name of the victim. He suspected that it was Helena, but seeing her name still made his heart sink. He was glad he didn’t bring Jewel along, or this piece of news would’ve broken her heart.
And then he checked the summary of the case. She died from banging her head against the stairs? How is this possible? This is perfunctory. If it was an accident, Jewel wouldn’t even have been taken to Double Dragon Court. He checked the record again and noticed that the one who called the cops was Damian, and he was listed as the victim’s son-in-law.
He pointed at the record, “Is the guy who looked into this case still alive? Can we reach them?”
The cop asked, “Is something wrong?”
“I just want to know where the victim’s daughter went. A bit odd that her son-in-law was the one who called the cops.”
