Facade of Love

Chapter 73

Chapter 73 Saying Goodbye to Moore

As I stared at Doctor Miller’s pitiful state, for a fleeting moment, I wanted to throttle him. He destroyed a life for just two hundred thousand.

He was absolutely vile.

Battling the rage welling up inside me, I took a calming breath and asked, “Was the person supposed to pick you up someone arranged by Benett?”

Given the suddenness of the incident, it was unlikely he could find his contact unless someone had set it up beforehand.

He nodded. “I rang him up, and he told me to grab the money and bolt.”

“Do you have his contact details?” I approached him, a glimmer of hope sparking in my eyes. If I could track down Benett through Doctor Miller, it would be a small victory.

“I tried his number. It’s already disconnected,” Maxwell chimed in. “Benett is pretty vigilant, he ditched his phone as soon as he sensed trouble.”

I pressed my l*ps together, a bitter taste spreading in my mouth. I turned to Doctor Miller. Where was the last place you got in touch with Benett?”

shook his head, clueless

fuss, I ended up with no information at all. I could not help but feel disheartened.

to get any more information. I turned to Maxwell and said, Let’s turn him

the number, while Idris, who had been quiet studied the hospital for a

took the small knife from Maxwell, walked over to Doctor Miller, and crouched down in front of him, an eyebrow arched with challenge.

in pain, trying to pull his hand back, but Idris pinned his wrist down with a foot. The quiet

This is illegal… Ahhhh!” As Doctor Miller’s screams

red blood staining Doctor Miller’s hand. His voice was casual, his expression indifferent. “If you don’t want to talk, that’s fine. I can still explain to the police

Miller cried out in terror, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk! I know where Beneti is. He’s at a casino in Macamer. He mentioned it when he called

he’d spilt everything, Idris pulled out the knife and

Of course I had heard

him over to the police. We’ve got stuff to do. Let’s get out of

myself being hauled into his car. Idris was the type who never bothered

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