Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 873

He flicked the ash off his cigarette, taking another drag. "Feels kinda familiar, meeting someone who actually knows me." With that, he turned to the officer. "Turn off the camera. This case is buttoned up. Caught him red-handed at home with millions in counterfeit cash. We'll wait for the right folks to come pick him up. Meanwhile, let's take it easy—just make sure it's not on tape, or we’ll get our pay docked."

Just then, Donnie’s voice buzzed in Chad’s colleague’s earpiece: "Don’t really turn it off, just make it look like you did to fool Gregory."

"Got it, Officer Chad."

The officer pretended to fiddle with the camera, acting like it was off, then sat back down.

"Officer Chad, aren’t you gonna keep digging into this?" the suspect asked, trying to sound casual.

Chad replied, "Already solved it."

"Not gonna dig deeper?" the suspect asked, confused.

Chad suddenly stood up, leaning against the table, eyeing the man with a sarcastic grin. "Dig deeper into what? What's left to dig? By pinning everything on you, I get another feather in my cap. I don’t care about the truth; my version is the truth. And you, well, you’re on a dead-end street. What, thinking of ratting out your buddies to lighten your sentence?"

The suspect's face turned serious.

Chad chuckled, taking a puff, exhaling slowly. "Naive. I’ve been watching you guys for a while. I know who’s who. Selling out your small fry pals won’t change much; you’re still looking at the death sentence. Might as well protect them like a boss would. After you’re gone, someone should look after your mom and your brothers."

"Getting a sentence reduction’s tough unless you bring a bigger fish to the table. Seen plenty like you—take my advice. The death sentence isn't the scary part. It's thinking about your mom, who raised you solo, left all alone when you're gone. Your brothers should step up and care for her."

Officers outside the window were stunned, glancing back at Donnie in disbelief.

Donnie nodded, tapping a colleague on the shoulder. "My mentor, Chad, he’s got tricks up his sleeve, sly as a fox."

"How does Officer Chad come up with this stuff?" someone asked.

Donnie pondered. "If you had a wife like my mentor’s, you’d be full of ideas too."

"What’s up with Officer Chad’s wife?" the group grew curious.

Donnie recalled a few stories. "You'd better ask him yourself; he’s got the best tales."

The group turned their attention back inside.

"Chad, is this how you earned your stripes?" someone asked.

Chad grinned. "How else did I climb the ranks so fast, becoming the youngest squad leader?"

"Aren’t you worried they’ll come after you?" Gregory chimed in.

Chad replied, "If you’ve heard of me, you know my background. They want to go against me?" He patted the nearby officer's shoulder. "Guess they’re done with this line of work."

Chad noticed whenever he smoked, the suspect got more agitated. Chad tossed a cigarette across the table. "Have one. Looks like your days are numbered—counterfeiting cash is a big no-no."