Chapter 583
Chapter 583:
Rayden also frowned. He couldn’t help but ask, “And what was the killer’s motive for killing them?”
Zane shook the documents he had been holding and said with a triumphant smile, “I’ve already investigated who the victims had conflicts with recently, and Cuthbert is one of them. Although the victims appear rich, they are actually struggling financially because of the poor management of their company. They owe Cuthbert a large sum of money, and they can’t afford to pay him. Cuthbert must have tried to get his money back several times. However, he never succeeded. So, I guess he believed Coen Mason deliberately refused to pay him back. In the end, he resorted to killing Coen and his family.”
After listening to Zane’s analysis of the case, everyone around him, including Rayden, couldn’t help but applaud.
Zane’s subordinates started praising him. One of them said, “No wonder he is the youngest criminal police captain in the history of Staville. He can find out the truth of the matter very quickly.”
“That’s right! Now I’m convinced why Mr. Smith is devoting himself to cultivating Zane. Indeed, Zane is a rare talent,” another officer said.
Rayden couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride as he looked at Zane. It was hard not to be impressed by this young man’s sharp instincts and dedication to justice.
Even Alisha, who was originally a little disappointed with Zane, now looked at him with admiration.
But Ashton’s face was a stark contrast to the pride radiating from Rayden. His brows furrowed, and his eyes narrowed as he looked at Zane.
As a doctor, Ashton had already determined the cause of death of these three people by just looking at their situation. He had also deduced the identity of the murderer.
As expected, the murderer was among these people.
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However, Zane failed to identify the real culprit. Moreover, his reasoning was complete nonsense.
Falsely accused of murder, anyone would bristle with indignation, especially when Zane leveled such a confident accusation. This claim whipped Cuthbert into a torrent of fury, his face contorting into a livid mask as rage seethed through him. Thrusting a finger toward Zane, his voice thick with contempt, Cuthbert retorted, “This is utter madness! How could anyone even entertain the notion that I might be the killer? Coen was not just a friend but my brother in spirit since our days of youthful mischief; our bond was unbreakable! The mere thought of dredging up the debt was born of my own financial desperation. And consider the logic—I’m no fool. Murdering someone over a debt would be the act of a lunatic, sealing the fate of my own repayment. Killing him would forever close the door on reclaiming what’s owed.”
As his defense thundered through the space, the crowd’s initial bias wavered, faces filled with doubt, and the whispers of support for Zane slowly evaporated.
Reflection dawned upon them, Cuthbert’s argument seeding more sense than suspicion. The real beneficiary of Coen Mason’s death remained veiled in mystery, yet it was glaringly obvious that Cuthbert, plagued by financial woes and desperate for repayment, would be the last to wish his debtor dead. With Coen’s demise, any lingering hope of recouping his money had surely died too.
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