Karl did not have access to Eugene.
He asked, "What makes you think that?"
Joyce took a sip of water, "Intuition, every time I see Eugene, it always feels like he has more fear than respect for Otis. Especially the last two times I saw Eugene, this feeling is stronger than ever."
She thought for a moment, "The eyes, mostly the eyes made me think. If it is worship, is respect, from the heart of loyalty, not such a look. eugene's eyes, showing a hint of fear."
"You're saying that Eugene may have leverage, or someone important, in Otis's hands, and therefore has to be loyal?" Luther asked.
"Maybe. Maybe it's just me. But it's worth exploring." Joyce stood up, "Anyway, I'll figure this one out."
"Joyce can you just stop? Is it appropriate for you to do these things?" Luther got angry on the spot.
Again and again involved in the risk, he felt that his heart was about to explode, day by day so on, sooner or later he died of heart failure.
Karl thought for a moment, "Mr. Warner is right. There are some things you don't have to do yourself, and I can start with a covert investigation about Eugene."
Joyce's temper got the better of her, "Karl, haven't you taken enough? Haven't you done enough? Don't forget, these were my responsibilities."
Karl's eyes were dull. Julia was in a coma and he knew Joyce was under a lot of pressure, and if he didn't let her do anything at this time, he was afraid she would break down.
After all, as long as Julia does not wake up, all the people are carrying a huge psychological burden for one day.
Karl compromised, "Okay, goead and do it then, and take care of yourself."
Luther could not believe that Karl had given in so easily. He was so angry that he turned around in the hall several times, holding his forehead, feeling his headache splitting.
Charlotte is dead, but the scourge left them is endless.
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