Chapter 251

Chapter 251:

“He lives well,” Chen remarked, pulling on latex gloves.

“Lived well,” Morgan corrected. “After this, his life is over.”

The evidence response team moved through the apartment, dusting for fingerprints, photographing everything, searching for evidence.

“Agent Morgan!” called one of the techs from the bedroom. “You need to see this.”

Morgan and Chen hurried into the master bedroom. On the bed lay architectural blueprints of the Phoenix Grid substations. Red marks highlighted vulnerable points, the exact locations where the bombs had been placed. Next to the blueprints sat a notebook filled with calculations: blast radii, structural damage estimates, and power outage projections.

“Holy mother of…” Chen whispered. “It’s like he wasn’t even trying to hide it.” Morgan flipped through the notebook. Page after page of detailed plans, all in the same handwriting.

“Check these for prints,” he ordered a nearby tech. Near the blueprints lay a map of the entire Grid system, with one location circled multiple times in red: the main control center.

“He’s planning another attack,” Morgan said, his voice tight. “Get me everything on the security measures at the main control center. Now.”

Another agent approached, holding a tablet. “Sir, we found this in the safe.” On the screen were pages of text, emails between Preston and someone identified only as “H.P.,” discussing the bombings. Messages sent from Preston to himself, documenting his plans, his hatred for Victoria Kane, and his determination to destroy everything she had built.

“It’s a journal,” Chen said, scrolling through the entries. “He documented everything.”

Morgan shook his head, amazed at the man’s arrogance. “He thought he was untouchable.”

As the team continued searching, more evidence mounted. Financial records showed Preston had withdrawn large sums of cash in the weeks leading up to each bombing. Receipts for components matching those used in the explosive devices. Photos of the substations, taken days before the attacks, with Preston’s fingerprints clearly visible.

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“It’s overwhelming,” Chen said as they stood in the living room, surveying the collected evidence. “We’ve never seen a case this clear-cut.”

“He’s not just a bomber,” Morgan said grimly. “He’s a would-be mass murderer.” He pointed to a page of the notebook a tech had just bagged. “Look at his calculations for casualties if he hits the main control center during working hours.”

Chen looked sick as she read the numbers. “He’s estimating at least fifty dead.”

“Issue an APB immediately,” Morgan ordered. “All airports, train stations, bus terminals. I want Preston’s face everywhere. Consider him armed and extremely dangerous.”

“What about his associates?” Chen asked. “Anyone who might be helping him?”

Morgan considered this. “Check his phone records, emails, and social media. But from what we’re seeing, this looks like a one-man vendetta. A rich guy with resources, technical knowledge, and a decade-old grudge.”

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