Chapter 151
At the police station, Samson sat there, clutching a water rup, his face a picture of pure innocence. “Officer, you’re asking my would know. 1- was just driving by when I noted that guy following a young girl.
“Our boss, bless his kind heart, thought he had had intentions and told me to check it out. By the time I got there, the gry was ahea beaton hall to death. My boss? It’s Bowen”
The officers exchanged glances and said, “Mr. Turner?”
Samson said, “Why did I even call the cops? I honestly didn’t realize at the time–only later did find out this troubl
brother in law, you know?”
“So you’re saying your presence at the scene was just a coincidence the officer asked skeptically
And on the road.
There was barely any surveillance on that street–just a clip of Jacob leaving the bar, clearly tailing a girl, though her face wasn’t caught on camera. Noya that Jacob is in a coma, you’re the only one we can question.
Samson feigned innocence. “I was just trying to be a Good Samaritan, but it backfired. You’re not suggesting was the one who beat him up, are you?”
“That’s not what we meant,” the police said.
The officer’s lips twitched. Anyone with eyes could see that Jacob had been beaten to a pulp, but in all of Rithol City, very few had the power to pull that
off
“And, wouldn’t you know it, the one sitting right in front of them was exactly that, they worldered
Samson continued, “For a bodyguard like me, I’m on call 24/7 to protect Mr. Turner. How could I just leave without his orders?
“If actually laid hands on someone, wouldn’t that me
mean Mr. Turner wanted him dealt with? Does that sound plausible to you?”
With no evidence, the police had no choice but to let Samson go for now.
As Samson was leaving the police station, he ran into Gareth, who was just arriving. They exchanged a brief glance–they were no strangers to each other
Gareth’s heart sank. ‘Isn’t that Bowen’s man? What’s he doing here?
As he made his way over, Gareth’s initial anger gradually subsided/A sense of dread crept in. ‘This is bad, he thought “Could that damn kid have actually provoked Bowen this time?”
But the next instant, his rage flared up again. ‘So what if it’s Bowen? That doesn’t give him the sight to beat my son within an inch of his life, Gareth
thought.
Samson walked straight past him without so much as a glance.
When he reached the duty room, only a handful of officers were inside.
“Mr. Timberlake, you’re here. Please have a seat and relax. We just wanted to get your statement,” the officer said.
“I don’t give a damn about the details. Just tell me who laid hands on him.” Gareth snapped. He wasn’t about
ound sipping coffee–hewanded
Answers now.
“Mr. Timberlake, we asked you here to let you know that the surveillance footage is missing. At the moment, we only have one eyewitness, and beyond that, there’s not much else we can confirm,” the officer said.
Gareth glared at them, refusing to back down “You’d better think this through. Chief Rourke and I go way back.”
The police, however, simply stuck to their original statement.
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Faced with Gareth’s furious threats, the officers exchanged knowing glances, their eyes glasining with thinly veled derision
They’d lost count of how many times they’d had to clean up Jacob’s messes. Every time, the Timberlake family would just buy their way out of trouble, This time, while they couldn’t say for sure, it was clear Bowen’s influence was definitely at play.
‘If Gareth had really managed to get through to Chiel Rourke, why would he bother coming down here in person they wonderad.
“Mr. Timberlake, please calm down first. Chances are, Jacob was probably the one who started this,” the officer id
Gareth snapped, “Even if he was at fault, beating him to that extent isn’t that excessive self defense
“All I want to know is–who the hell did this?” demanded Gareth
“Honestly, we really don’t know. And even if we did, we wouldn’t be at liberty to disclose that information,” the officer said.
The officers‘ derisive buck passing made Gareth tremble with barely contained rage.
Gareth snapped, “Fine. You all just wait. I’m not done with you yet.”
As soon as they left the police station, Gareth barked at his secretary, “Keep trying to get through to Chief Rourke. if he still visit in person–and don’t forget to bring some gifts.”
In Gareth’s eyes, anything more fix wasn’t even worth a second thought
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