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.

back, knowing full well that Bryce must have left

seemed like an abuse of power to the

Ludwik also sensed Parker's underlying intent in

they watched Bryce, gauging his reaction to the mention of

to mask his emotions, his momentary lapse at the mention of

line, while Parker's

the very one who had targeted

police found no connection between me and the suspect. I'm sorry about your uncle, but

to scrape by, hoping for a sliver of cooperation with Inko

after Mr.

why not chase after the real culprit?

but Ludwik's calming grip on his shoulder

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

his path, effortlessly throwing him to the ground

officers exchanged looks

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

right here in the station!" Bryce clamored as he

poor,

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

with the Wilson and Lippert families present, Mr. Lane

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