Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Checkmate

I was no longer in my seat. I was standing by the window-side of the two-way mirror, anxiously waiting for the outcome of the interrogation. Aren was right beside me, holding my hand. Two other agents, like us, stared through the window, counting the seconds until they heard Callan’s confession. Agent Collins grabbed his phone and smirked while going through the information I sent him. He stood that way for a while, knowing that Callan and his lawyer observed his every move and change of expression. Well, if Jack wanted to rob Callan of his smug confidence, then I could see that it was working. “What?” My asshole-of-ex-boyfriend grunted as he couldn’t handle the tension.

Jack glared at him and stepped closer to his seat, looking down at him. “You didn’t go to the Hamptons, Mr. Winton,” he said, putting his phone down with his car route displayed on the screen for him and his lawyer to see. “You went to the abandoned warehouse, in the middle of nowhere.” He chuckled coldly.

“Even so, that’s not a crime, is it?” Callan smirked.

“Not when it is the same place where your abducted ex-girlfriend was,” Jack stated dangerously.

The lawyer interfered in an instant. “I believe that your map doesn’t prove my client’s whereabouts. It only indicated where his car was at the time.”

Jack burst into laughter. “Then, are you suggesting that Mr. Winton went to the Hamptons on foot? What about the receipts from the gas station? Was Mr. Winton tanking some invisible vehicle?”

Callan glared at his lawyer before shifting his eyes to Agent Collins. “That’s it, I am leaving!” he roared, getting up from his seat.

“Get your ass back on the seat!” Agent Collins thundered, then referred to the lawyer, “Mr. Harris, this is the moment you should suggest to your client to be more cooperative. This is a serious matter which could bring him severe consequences.” The lawyer nodded and leaned over Callan to whisper something in his ear. Callan groaned but finally sat down.

Jack took a seat in front of him and leaned forward, locking his eyes on Callan. “Let me be clear. We know that you helped an organized group to get into the Wintons’ mansion and kidnap your stepbrother’s fiancée. She testified that you were inside that warehouse and that you made a deal with the one who planned the whole thing.”

Callan scoffed. “You have a big imagination, Agent Collins. I was never inside that warehouse. I don’t know anyone, and I didn’t plan anything.”

Mr. Winton was in the area. We know

Harris, who gestured at him to calm down.” She didn’t see me! She couldn’t see anything! She was blindfo-” He

two other agents, standing beside

word, one corner of his

client. “You don’t need to answer. You don’t

We have data from your GPS, proving that your car was there. We have a victim of your crime testifying that you were there. And I bet that some of the captured mercenaries will eventually crack and indicate you as the main culprit as well…”

him. He didn’t say anything else. He didn’t even mention that there was another person involved, and since it was the

the guy who planned it all was still out there, and we weren’t any closer to finding out who he was. After the show was over, Jack invited us to dinner-a pizza dinner in his office. We were sitting there mostly in silence, processing the investigation and wondering what we had all missed. Aren seemed lost in thought, frowning. He stayed silent for some time until suddenly shifting his

nervously scratched his head full of brown hair. “I guess so, but we didn’t find any other phone on him

or his car?”

into custody. Nothing significant was

“You took his phone when you arrested him, didn’t you?” Jack raised his eyebrows at me and chuckled. “I know Callan Winton isn’t a criminal genius, but he wouldn’t plan his brother’s murder

but he is lazy. He could use a burner app instead of buying a burner phone. The app can work similarly in many ways. It is said that it permanently erases messages, call registers, changes the number ID, or can even hide the phone’s location,”

explained.

retrieve the burned data from his phone if he used the app, sunshine?” My lips curled into a demonic smile. “Don’t forget that you married a computer genius,” I said and placed a soft kiss

and your wife acted all lovey dovey in front

romantic type, so it was different! You are a cold, calculative son of a bitch, and it makes me cringe when I see you looking at your wife

“Like what?” Aren chuckled.

about Aren brought me closer and closer to admitting the truth about Aren and his place in my heart. Every time I looked into my husband’s eyes, I felt more convinced that he was like me-on the verge