Regret Novel 99

Evander gestured for him to get in the car.

Director Sinclair circled around, pulled open the door, and slid into the passenger seat. “The officer on duty that night is a relative of Commissioner Yates. No matter how I pressed him, he just insisted he’d fallen asleep on shift and no one reported anything unusual to him.”

“And the indoor surveillance? There’s a maintenance log for that day. The staff in the control room assumed it was being fixed, figured the suspects were locked in together and nothing serious could go wrong, so…”

The further Sinclair explained, the more his voice trailed off, embarrassment coloring his words.

An oversight like this leading to a suspect getting gravely injured–if word reached the higher–ups, it wouldn’t just be his job on the line.

Evander loosened his tie, his tone cool. “Asleep on duty, cameras down? Even if the holding cell surveillance was out, there should still be someone watching twenty–four seven, shouldn’t there?”

He glanced over, an icy disdain in his eyes. “Director Sinclair, with such an obvious blunder, do you really not see what’s going on here?”

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Sinclair’s temple.

Evander’s words were calm, almost casual, but beneath them was a pressure so

sharp and dangerous that Sinclair hadn’t felt anything like it since facing government ministers.

“Commissioner Yates.” Evander repeated the name, then asked, “Which Commissioner Yates are we talking about?”

“The one from the Revenue Bureau.”

“Ah. That explains it.” Evander’s gaze drifted out the window, his tone flat. “Then start by investigating his people.”

shiver as he sat rigid. “But Mr. Howard,

family doesn’t

blinked, taken aback, then

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Chapter 90

The next day.

to the hospital for her shift, partly so she could keep an eye on Hiram.

brought

out the last month of her contract,

a cardboard box, she cleared

caught sight of Charlotte carrying her box out the door, whispering

her reputation was

office just as Charlotte came down the hall, surprise

the little witch finally

about time–she could hardly

sharp as a blade.

a shame, Dr.

best. At least now I don’t have to

Tricia’s smile faltered.

retort, Charlotte brushed past her

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