Chapter 24

He didn't believe this man was involved in the murder. Yet, Nash's statements about the perpetrator proved accurate. The driver responsible for the accident had undergone a comprehensive physical examination the previous night, revealing advanced uremia. Interrogated overnight, the driver confessed. He suffered from advanced uremia, requiring regular dialysis, a significant burden on his impoverished family. His wife and children worked tirelessly to afford his treatment, but escalating medical costs created a desperate situation. To resolve this, the driver accepted a contract through undisclosed channels—a situation mirroring Nash's account. Suspicion fell on Nash, with speculation he controlled this network of killers or was the mastermind.

The female officer, Angelica, said indifferently, “Show me your ID.”

Nash produced his ID. Angelica glanced at it coldly. “Is this fake?”

Nash's ID contained the standard information: photo, name, gender, date of birth, and ID number. However, the address simply read, “Tili Mountain.”

Nash grinned. “Cooperate with the investigation. Verify it yourselves.”

A middle-aged officer examined the ID, frowned, then used an electronic device to check its authenticity. Confirming its validity, he passed it to Angelica. “It’s genuine.”

Angelica was surprised. In her three years of service, she'd never encountered such an ambiguous address.

[Name: Nash Calcraft. Sex: Male. Birth: September 9, 1999. Address: Tili Mountain.]

“Is this information correct?” Angelica asked.

“Could it be incorrect?” Nash countered. She’d read it from his ID; how could it be fake?

Angelica frowned. “Answer truthfully!”

“It’s correct,” Nash replied helplessly.

“What's your relationship with the Lewis family? How long have you been there?”

Nash replied calmly, “I’m Hera Lewis’ fiancé. I arrived at the Lewis Estate the day before yesterday.”

Both officers' expressions changed. His arrival coincided with the death. Suspicion mounted.

The middle-aged officer locked the car door, slowly drawing his weapon. Nash couldn't believe Angelica's doubt. If he were guilty, he wouldn't have questioned the accident.

Angelica took a deep breath. “Nash Calcraft, you’re under arrest.”

“I gave you crucial leads, and now you suspect me?” Nash said dejectedly.

Angelica retorted coldly, “I suspect you’re the mastermind. You’re being subpoenaed.”

The middle-aged officer produced handcuffs. Suddenly, a bearded man struck the car window from outside, shattering it.

The officer's expression hardened. He exited the car, weapon drawn, shouting, “Who are you?”