Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 1027

"The cops went through his phone top to bottom, but no dice. No calls to the suspect, no shady money transfers, nothing. We cross-referenced their timelines, but it seems like he and the perp are strangers. No connection whatsoever." "If there were any obvious connections, would we even be talking about hiring a hitman?" Ludwik's voice was icy as he squinted at Bryce, "The Wilsons and Mr. Doonan think he's a suspect, so grill him! Everyone's capable of lying, especially cornered rats like Mr. Lutz.

Can't get anything out of him in an hour? Try forty-eight. We can hold him for two days, can't we?"

Mr. Lane was sweating bullets, nodding along while clearly troubled, "Ludwik, detaining someone without cause... it's not exactly by the book.

Sure, we can hold him for 48 hours, but if we don't find anything, the station's going to have to let him go.

Bryce has already filed a complaint about us working without evidence. We can't overdo it..."

Ludwik's glare turned frosty as he looked at Bryce.

Bryce, looking defeated and scared, managed a covert sneer in return, catching Ludwik's eye.

That sneer didn't escape Ludwik's notice, who interpreted it as mockery.

Bryce tried to wear an innocent smile, "Ludwik, even with all the power you and Mr. Doonan wield, you can't just detain me and use brute force, right?

I might be down on my luck, but I know my rights. I won't let you bully me."

"You've got some nerve, playing the victim here! You're behind the shooting that left my uncle in a vegetative state, and you think I'll let that slide?!" Parker was ready to throw punches again.

that Bryce must have left

like an abuse of power to the

Parker's underlying

his reaction to the mention of 'Phineas becoming

to mask his emotions, his momentary

thinned in a tight line,

the man, the very one who had

sorry about your

hoping for a sliver of cooperation with

go after Mr. Wilson? I have no

pointing fingers at me, why not chase after the real culprit? That

Ludwik's calming grip on his shoulder held

motive related to Florence? You had her made over to look like Whitney, but why? What secret does that hold, something crucial to your backers, perhaps?" Bryce stiffened, his shock barely concealed before he regained his composure, hatred glinting in his eyes as he sneered, "Ludwik, the tables will turn. Your

effortlessly throwing him to the ground with

exchanged looks of

aback by the brawl in the station but recognizing Ludwik's influence and Bryce's

here in the station!"

"Hit you? Why wait for a special occasion? You play the poor, powerless victim so well. Officer, detain him

uncle's a living ghost, and a thousand cuts wouldn't be enough for

and Lippert families present, Mr. Lane

him," the officers said, dragging Bryce back to his