Chapter 581
Chapter 581:
Rayden snatched back the handcuffs with a scowl. “That’s more like it!”
Throughout the exchange, Ashton had remained silent, keenly observing Zane’s every reaction. And in the moment Zane bowed his head in apology, Ashton noticed a flicker of something in Zane’s eyes—a shadow of unwillingness, tangled with a complicated mix of emotion.
Though Zane was none too eager, he reluctantly agreed to bring Ashton along to the crime scene, yielding to Rayden’s insistence. The case was a curious one—a chilling event amid the luxury of Staville’s exclusive villa district, home to only the wealthiest. Such a grisly crime in the villa-studded area had rippled through high society, compelling even Rayden to descend upon the scene in person.
Yet, to everyone’s astonishment, they found Alisha already onsite, despite supposedly being on sick leave.
“Alisha! Shouldn’t you be at home resting? What in the world are you doing here?” Rayden’s reprimand rang out, his eyes narrowing.
Alisha flashed a mischievous grin, sticking her tongue out playfully. “Staying at home is dreadfully dull. I’m planning to join the criminal investigation team soon, so I figured I’d get a head start with some hands-on experience!”
Ashton gently nudged Rayden and added, “Yesterday, Alisha helped me out of a tight spot while we were shopping. Rough around the edges, sure, but effective. Letting her observe could be useful for her future work.”
With Ashton speaking up, Alisha beamed and quickly slipped behind him, seeking his shield.
Rayden could only heave a sigh, his resolve melting away as he conceded.
Meanwhile, Zane, watching their lively chatter, wore a look of displeasure, rolling his eyes before striding into the villa without them.
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Inside, several officers were already combing the area, yet the scene seemed oddly normal. Nothing appeared out of place—that is, until one considered the peculiar cause of death. How could someone freeze to death on a sweltering day?
As the police began gathering witnesses, Ashton wandered the room, observing the oddities.
The three victims lay in the opulent living room, huddled together under layers of thick down jackets, as though a fierce winter wind had descended upon them alone.
Aside from the damp atmosphere, everything else seemed ordinary. In fact, the high humidity rendered the room hot and stifling.
Despite the peculiarities surrounding the case, Ashton’s keen eye quickly spotted some clues. If any of those gathered by the police matched his suspicions, that person would surely be the perpetrator.
If that were the case, then this incident might not be tied to the Dark Night Organization’s revenge, as he had initially presumed. This realization left Ashton caught in a web of conflicting emotions. He felt a twinge of disappointment that it was just another routine criminal case, yet a wave of relief washed over him—if it wasn’t the Dark Night Organization retaliating, it meant their prior setback had struck a significant blow.
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