The Bound Between Us

Chapter 507

Flynn had no clue why Herman wanted him to find someone like Henry, but when Herman gave an order, he carried it out without question.

Henry Jameson, a clean-cut, charming college senior at twenty-two, was just about to graduate. Facing Herman, he nodded respectfully, "Mr. Salstrom, you called for me. How can I help?"

"Why don't you put your expertise in emotional intelligence and criminal psychology to the test?" Herman suggested, sinking into the couch and gesturing for Henry to take a seat. "What do you think is the reason I summoned you here?" Crossing his arms casually, Henry sat down and replied, "Well, Mr. Salstrom, since you're challenging me, I'll take a guess. You want my help with the Grannie Anita murder case from a few months back. You have doubts about it, don't you?" Flynn's eyes widened in surprise. He had no idea Herman had suspicions about Grannie Anita's case. Turning to Herman, he asked, "What's wrong with Granny's case? Didn't Anastasia already confess?"

Ignoring Flynn's question, Herman looked at Henry with a glint of admiration and said coolly, "Indeed, I have my doubts. Let's see if you can clear them up for me. Compensation won't be an issue." Henry grinned, "Mr. Salstrom, you're the wealthiest man in Riverdale. Your connections are worth more than money to me. I don't need a cash reward. Just offer me a job after I graduate, and we'll call it even." Herman's index finger tapped idly against the back of his hand, his lips curling slightly in amusement. "Bold move, kid."

Henry was the first to boldly request a job opportunity from him.

their cryptic exchange, Flynn felt utterly baffled and a bit envious of their

"You flatter

a stack of photos from a drawer. "These are the crime scene photos from when my grandmother was killed. Take a look and see if you

detailed, showing Grannie Anita's final, distressed state,

and began to scrutinize them intently. "Can I get

soon as the words left Henry's mouth, Herman handed

and continued his examination, eventually holding up a photo of Grannie

to look at the photos, with Grannie Anita's chest covered in blood, her mouth slightly open, her eyes shut

Henry, waiting silently for