“Exactly. However, there are only two fingerprints on the assessment report, corresponding to the thumb and index finger, respectively. Furthermore, the prints are very firm, as if while I’m holding it, someone has put something in between my fingers.”

The coroner raised his fingers on purpose and slipped the piece of paper in between them. Just like that, the paper was snugly pinched.

The Chief Prosecutor was astounded.

In response, Jonathan, who was sitting in his chair, banged the table with his murderous fist. The atmosphere in the study suddenly turned terrifying.

Evidently, the assessment results were fake.

The results that Logan had in his hand when he went to see Sebastian had been switched.

 

“Go on!” Jonathan ordered as he desperately tried to control his rage.

Gulping, the coroner continued, “With regards to the combination lock, the fingerprints on it have been tampered with. And that’s what makes the matter so suspicious.”

 

“What do you mean?”

“A lock that has been used for a long time will never be clean of prints.”

The coroner shrugged his shoulders as he showed them the clean fingerprint collection film.

Silence ensued in the study.

It wasn’t hard to follow the lead provided by the combination lock. As long as they could verify it had been tampered with, Jonathan could easily find out who unlocked it on that night.

other than the correct combination, one also needed a fingerprint

military base and only an officer had access to it. Hence, it would not

Jonathan decided to head back

was oblivious to the fact that he would be utterly shocked at who the perpetrator was when he finally completed his investigations. And in fact, that realization would deal a

Back at Heron Hill.

Sebastian who was being locked up at

they were sent there, Sasha realized Sebastian no

was largely calm and quiet in the house. All he did was play chess alone with a set that

thought, she wasn’t even sure if he was

she would only see a few pieces placed on the board

What is he thinking?

the urge

to be at peace, Sasha refrained from asking him. She treasured the fact that she could continue

lunch. Look, I made you your favorite steak and mushroom soup. Why

it was lunchtime, Sasha called out to him as she served the food she

the way she

didn’t want to

see him the moment he woke up, she called him “darling” to remind him of their relationship. Unfortunately, he responded with

a bowl of soup, she prepared

“Darling?”

“Open the door!”

pieces. His gaze was trained at the sunlight that was penetrating

door? What is he trying

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