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Percy took it upon himself to drive away alone when he saw that. The other person stayed
behind to watch over Pierre.
After Pierre was taken away, Johann left too.
Gordan and Leroy stood at the clinic's door, staring at each other in confusion.
"It's dawn. Can we go back now?" asked Leroy.
They could have left after dropping off Pierre at the clinic, but they were worried that
someone might have heard the gunshots and called the police. If they went back before
dawn, they might get caught by the cops.
Even though they were familiar with the surveillance cameras installed around the area,
there was always the possibility of a slip-up. They would not be able to explain why they
returned at around five o'clock in the morning.
Drinking? They did not smell like alcohol.
They just arrived? They already rented a house.
That was why they decided to wait here until dawn.
“I think so. I'll just tell them we went for a morning jog,” said Gordan. The excuse of going
for a morning jog was a great idea. No one would suspect them if they were stopped by
the police.
Most of them jogged alone in the morning. It was impossible to find a witness present at
the scene.
The gunshots were heard after five in the morning. They always jogged at five on the dot.
They could easily explain their alibi if they went back now.
They jogged back slowly.
Sure enough, a group of police officers had sealed off the area.
Fortunately, their rented house was across the street, so they were not affected by the
blockade.
The police stopped them when they saw two men running toward them. "No entry," said
the police officer.
"Sir, we're tenants here," Gordan replied with a smile on his face.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe police officer frowned. Tenants? He looked at the two men.
The man who did not speak earlier looked a little sleazy and shady. They could pass off as
punks living in the area.
However, the man who spoke to him had an extraordinary aura. Even though there was
still a hint of unruliness in his smile, there was an air of sophistication around him. It did
not seem like he would live in such a poor area.
"Both of you?" asked the officer.
"Yeah." Leroy acted as if nothing had happened and deliberately asked with curiosity,
"Officer, what happened over there? Why is it sealed off?"
"You live here, yet you have no idea what happened?" asked the police officer.
Gordan and Leroy were both good actors. They found themselves exchanging glances with
each other, shaking their heads in confusion.
The police officer had not told them anything. He only asked, “Why are you only coming
back at this hour?”
"We were on our morning run, as usual," answered Leroy, wiping the sweat from his
forehead.
Although it was still spring, they were dressed in thick clothing and had already worked up
a sweat by the time they jogged back from the clinic.
The police officer noticed the sweat on their foreheads, and it seemed to corroborate their
story.
"What time did you start your run?" The police officer still suspected them.
This neighborhood was known for its complicated group of people living here. Fights and
brawls were common occurrences, but gunfights were a first...
Also, they had found a cache of weapons in this very house.
Specialists had just arrived to haul the stash away.
This case had already attracted their superiors' attention. Guns and hand grenades were
not things that ordinary people could own or sell in the country. However, they had found
so many of them in this raid.
How did these weapons get in? Through what channels? They would need answers.
Moreover, there were two foreigners who were knocked out when they arrived at the
scene.
The police officers were almost certain that they were the ones who fired the shots.
Still, who provoked them to do so?
The two men standing before them claimed to live across the street from the crime scene.
The police were hoping they could provide some clues. Meanwhile, their suspicion could
not be ruled out either.
"We leave at 5 am every day," Leroy stated confidently.
"You're so sure that you don't even have to think about it?" questioned the skeptical police
officer.
Gordan explained, "Sir, we're both fitness enthusiasts. We set our alarms for 4:40 am
every day. It only takes us 20 minutes to get ready and hit the pavement. We may have
left before 5 am today."
The police officer nodded after he went through the other witness statements, which all
stated they heard gunshots at around 5:20 am and immediately called for help.
"ID please," requested the police officer.
Gordan gestured up to their apartment, "Our IDs are up there."
Who would bring one's ID along when they went out for a jog? The police officer
understood and nodded. "Go get them, then come back down and give us a statement.
Tell us everything you know about the family living in that house."
He pointed at the crime scene that had been sealed off.
Gordan and Leroy went up to get their IDs before coming back down to cooperate with the
investigation.
Even though Gordan was an internationally wanted criminal, he had long since changed
his appearance and identity. He was not worried about the police discovering anything.
The police officer took down their personal information and ran their names through the
database. He began recording their statements after he found out they were clean.
What Gordan and Leroy said were pretty much the same.
They spoke about the mysterious tenants across from them, who rarely left their
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmapartment and seldom talked to anyone. They only rented this place because it was
cheap, but they did not expect the security to be so poor.
The police came up empty-handed after recording their statements.
It was difficult for them to extract any useful information from Gordan and Leroy.
Both of them were accustomed to dealing with the police.
Especially Gordan.
The police he dealt with included not only those from A City but also various international
criminal investigators of different nationalities.
He was more experienced in lying to the police than Leroy!
The police officer did not get any useful information. He had no choice but to let them go.
Gordan and Leroy returned to their house without saying a word to each other. They went
straight to their respective bedrooms, planning to catch up on some sleep.
After a long night, they were completely worn out.
Gordon lay on his bed as he reported to Luke about the situation. After that, he fell deeply
asleep.
On the other hand...
When Luca woke up and went downstairs, she saw that Luke was already sitting at the
table with his breakfast untouched.
There was breakfast served on the table in front of her usual seat. It was as though Luke
was waiting for her to have breakfast together.
Luca felt uneasy.
Today would be the day the Mallory family was supposed to pay the ransom to Abel.
Amur had to come back safely.
"Come and eat breakfast," Luke greeted her.
Luca nodded and sat down, taking a sip of the glass of soy milk.
The breakfast prepared by Aunt Neile was exquisite and abundant, but Luca had no
appetite due to her worries.
"You look depressed. What happened?" Luke deliberately asked.
Luca shook her head and made up an excuse. "I didn't sleep well last night. I had a
nightmare. Oh, by the way, how did things go with the Mallory family? I remember you
said the kidnappers called. Were they asking for the ransom?"
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