"Looks like Bryce really didn't transfer any funds to the victim's account, from what we've dug up in the financial records," Mr. Lane frowned. "Mr. Doonan, I know you're convinced it's Bryce, but our investigation shows he's never even been to the club where the victim worked. No one in his circle had any contact with the victim either. It's all very strange."
"He's gone to great lengths to cover his tracks!" Parker fumed. "When someone's planning a murder, don't you think they'd be thorough? If it were easy to find evidence, we wouldn't need detectives, would we?"
Mr. Lane turned pale, nodding in agreement. "You're right. For now, Bryce remains in custody, under interrogation."
Ludwik had anticipated this; he was certain the suspect had completely distanced himself from Bryce.
As Parker said, if it were easy, Bryce wouldn't have risked it all.
But Ludwik wasn't in a rush. With a cool gaze and a slight smile, he instructed Mr. Lane, "Chief, set aside the other cases for now and focus on Bryce.
It's normal not to find anything suspicious right away, but give it time, and something is bound to slip through the cracks.
We're convinced he's behind the hit, and that means he is. Remember that!"
Feeling the pressure, Mr. Lane couldn't refuse. Nodding, he said, "Yes, Ludwik. I'll personally see to Chairman Phineas's case."
"Appreciate it."
Ludwik nodded, then, with a stormy-faced Parker in tow, left the forensic department.
Parker's eyes, sharp and vengeful, were unsatisfied with the lack of evidence and furious at the dead end with the suspect. Suddenly, he grasped Ludwik's arm, "Ludwik! Given the Wilson family's influence with the President, we could easily have Bryce convicted and thrown into a cell. What could he possibly do then?
While he's still vulnerable, I say we finish him off, get justice for my uncle.
It'll save us the trouble when he's released, teams up with Florence, and seeks revenge on you!"
Ludwik understood his point.
"Do you think releasing him after 48 hours is letting the tiger back into the jungle?"
Parker worriedly retorted, "Isn't it? That vile man, you've never fully crushed him, but given any chance, he'll claw his way back. People like him need to stop breathing to give us any peace!"
Ludwik nodded, his gaze darkening as he looked towards the evening sky, ablaze like a blood-red inferno. This bloody hue silently seeped into his vision, stirring a storm within.
His lips curled slightly, "His life, we'll take it eventually. Keeping him around is just playing the long game.
Consider Bryce a jest for now. We need him to stir the pot; without him jumping around, Florence wouldn't bother coming back. Let these two jesters draw out the real shark behind it all!"
Parker, partly persuaded by Ludwik's strategy and recalling his audacious request, began to see his point.
But still, "Ludwik, what are the odds?"
"Worst case scenario, it's all or nothing! But I trust my gut, I need to meet that enigmatic figure to unravel what Bryce is really plotting."
Ludwik gazed into the darkness, closing his eyes, "Parker, we need to get to the root of it to break the case wide open. I've never been one to waste time.
Believe it or not, with your uncle's accident and the Inko Group leaderless, if you don't act as I've suggested, Bryce might just find a way in!"
"Him?" Parker scoffed. "What's he compared to Inko Group? Who would even consider him?"
"The enigma, a top executive at the conglomerate. What if Bryce manages to sway them to appoint him directly?"
"That's unlikely," Parker gasped, shocked at Bryce's potential influence.
"It's not impossible, which is why you need to follow through with what I've asked you to do at Inko Group. I have my reasons; you'll understand in time."
Parker looked at Ludwik for a long moment, recognizing the solemnity and seriousness in his eyes, and fell silent.
Just then, his phone rang.
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