You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"This ..." Franklin paused.

His intention was to direct Karl's mind to the investigation of the case, to divert his attention and ease Karl's suffering.

Karl sighed, "Cutting off police communications, offshore hacking, mercenaries, assassins, these are the same tactics used to kidnap Joyce at Hill Benjamin, as it were."

“You suspect that the kidnapping of Joyce by Hill Benjamin was also done by Ricky?" Franklin was stunned, he was so stupid that he did not associate the two events together, “Then, that can still be proved?" Karl's long brow furrowed and shook his head, "Hardly.

Hill Benjamin, Ricky designed the kidnapping of Joyce, the people involved were Killed by Ricky, and now even Ricky is dead, who can prove it? Not to mention uncovering the mastermind behind it."

"Ricky is Charlotte's accompanying lieutenant and must be working for his master.”

Franklin said with indignation, "What a ruthless woman, Charlotte came to the police station twice, I also met, I really can not imagine, she looks gentle and generous, but she has a malicious mind.

I've heard about the video of Charlotte and Ricky at the engagement ceremony, and it's all over Khebury. Besides, what can Ricky and Joyce have to do with each other? If not for Charlotte, what else could it be?" "What's the use of knowing? Even if, everyone knows in their heart of hearts that Charlotte directed it, but once Ricky is dead, there is no evidence of death, and it is too easy for Charlotte to shirk her responsibility.”

Karl shook his head helplessly.

everything is Ricky's own guess, one person's doing, and

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down beside Karl and poured him some more water. "Captain, you take a few more

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Karl shakes his head.

and death are still uncertain, how can he

there's no blood on

being shot, you lost a lot of blood, how can you do without nutrition?" Franklin scratched his hair and worried, "I'm not a caregiver, should we transfer a female police officer to take care of

captain soup and porridge, but he will not ah. Karl's face was grim and

had said the wrong

usually does not love to take care of women at all, and now Joyce fell off a cliff and disappeared, the