Yet she chose not to clarify; it was simply unnecessary. She just nodded and said, “Okay, I understand. Please do everything you can to track down the responsible party.”
If the T Organization was indeed involved, catching the murderer could prove impossible. Sophia was known for her ability to elude capture, always erasing her tracks effectively.
Noticing that Katelyn appeared composed, the officer let out a relieved sigh and reassured her, saying, “We’re on it, Miss Bailey. You can count on us.”
Katelyn expressed her gratitude, “Thank you.”
She learned a few more details from the officer and then left the station.
Just then, the sound of a car horn caught her attention. Katelyn stopped and turned toward the noise. She noticed Vincent in his car, observing her.
Taking a deep breath, she walked over to Vincent’s car, climbed into the passenger seat, and buckled up.
Vincent slowly rolled up the window, his expression concerned as he softly asked, “Why were you at the police station? Is everything okay?”
Katelyn leaned her elbow on the window sill, sighing as she explained, “Lise is dead. She was killed using leeches from the Amazon, tortured to death.”
Vincent, who had just started the car, stopped abruptly. He glanced at Katelyn and asked, “Tortured?”
Katelyn confirmed with a nod.
“Yes. I think Sophia is involved because it’s connected to the Amazon.”
Vincent recalled the details Katelyn had shared with him previously. He drove with steady concentration, though his brow was deeply furrowed.
“This situation is complex. It might not involve Sophia.”
Katelyn turned to Vincent, curiosity evident in her voice.
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“Why do you think that?”
The evidence seemed too coincidental, almost deliberately pointing to Sophia.
Vincent reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a document, handing it to Katelyn. Confused, she asked, “What is this?”
Maintaining his focus on the road, Vincent’s tone was flat as he said, “Take a look at this first, then we’ll discuss it.”
Katelyn’s curiosity only grew. Typically, Vincent wasn’t one to leave things hanging, but this time, he was withholding something important.
Without further delay, Katelyn tore open the envelope, extracted the documents, and began to read intently. Her surprise deepened with each line, her eyes widening in disbelief.
Turning to Vincent, she said, her voice filled with astonishment, “Where did you get this? If what’s in here is accurate, the orchestration is flawless.”
The operation outlined in the document involved far too many people, and the cost was staggering. It was a level of planning and resources that was simply beyond the reach of ordinary individuals.
Vincent’s expression hardened, a trace of sternness appearing in his eyes.
“It’s time for some people to face the consequences.”
Katelyn glanced over the document again, feeling a cold unease wash over her. She set the file down, her mind restless for a considerable time. She looked forward, whispering softly, “Then, we wait.”
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