Chapter 343:
Brandon was giving Giffard a ride to Crobert Hospital, but everything changed when Giffard’s phone started ringing.
Alexia’s tearful voice spilled through the line, describing how she’d seen a car deliberately mow someone down and speed away. She kept crying, her trembling voice begging him to come pick her up at the suburban station.
Brandon, seated within earshot, caught every word.
He offered Giffard a solution. “Take my car. Just drop me off on the way.” After a moment’s thought, Brandon realized that would take a detour and decided to tag along anyway, just in case there was any way he could help.
On the drive over, they let the driver out halfway since her job was originally to drive Millie home, and then continued to the outskirts with Eugene.
At the station, Alexia was still seated with an officer, recounting her story. Despite years as a doctor and countless emergencies, she had never before witnessed a scene quite so brutal.
She still didn’t know if the victim had survived after the merciless hit-and-run. After rendering first aid at the scene, Alexia watched as paramedics whisked the injured person away in an ambulance, leaving the outcome uncertain. By now, she had regained much of her composure compared to her earlier frantic call to Giffard.
Meanwhile, Lynda caught sight of Brandon in the bustling station.
Earlier in the day, she had been busy sorting records at another precinct, preparing to summon Brandon for questioning the following morning. News of an incident on the outskirts had interrupted her plans. Surveillance footage from the area quickly surfaced, capturing a glimpse of the driver.
Disguise or not, the suspect’s build reminded her of someone involved in Millie’s case.
With doubts swirling, her colleagues forwarded the footage and requested that she come by to take a look herself.
After reviewing the video, she couldn’t be certain, but there was indeed a striking resemblance.
Stepping outside, her eyes landed on Brandon, sparking immediate curiosity.
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What was he doing here at this hour?
Without hesitation, she called out to him.
“Mr. Watson!” Lynda called, her stride brisk as she closed the distance. Brandon’s brow furrowed, confusion clear on his face; he didn’t recall ever meeting this officer.
He replied with polite formality, “Is there something you need, Officer?”
The commotion drew Giffard’s attention as well, leaving him equally uncertain. Lynda showed her badge. “You’re Millie Bennett’s husband, correct?” she asked, fixing Brandon with a steady look.
A silent nod from Brandon confirmed his identity.
Lynda continued, “This concerns the car accident involving your wife…”
Paperwork handled, she guided Brandon to an empty room, and at last, the situation started to come into focus for him.
Trailing behind, Eugene kept talking—mentioning lawyers and legal steps that might be needed. But the instant Brandon heard the words “Millie” and “car accident,” he followed Lynda directly into the room.
Her words echoed in his mind. An uneasy sense of foreboding crept over Brandon. Answers—perhaps long-hidden—felt suddenly within reach.
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