A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 528 - 528

It's already midnight.

The road they were driving on was a narrow path, and at this time of night, there shouldn't be any vehicles passing by.

The middle-aged driver slowly decelerated.

Pulled over to the side of the road.

He opened the car door, spat, and said, "I'm going to relieve myself, make it quick, and don't dawdle."

"Got it."

The younger brother, excited, got out of the car.

Opened the back door of the car.

Adjusted the limp woman's position.

The woman was only wearing a tight skirt.

After pushing it to her waist, he pulled down her underwear and threw it aside.

The dense forest in the night wasn't very clear.

The man didn't care anymore, quickly pulled down his pants, spread the woman's legs, and regardless of whether it was dry or not, forced his way in.

Perhaps due to the pain of the dry friction.

The woman, who had been unconscious, suddenly woke up.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a man on top of her and immediately started screaming.

The man, realizing the bad situation.

Without a word, he grabbed the woman's neck.

Facing death, everyone struggles.

The woman desperately kicked at the man's body, and given that the man was still half-naked, one of her kicks landed right on his groin, the intense pain made him loosen his grip and fall out of the car.

"Help! Murder! Help! Murder!"

The woman's cries echoed in the night sky.

At the same time, she frantically opened the car door and ran into the darkness…

Suddenly.

A muffled thud was heard.

The woman was instantly silenced.

In the darkness, the middle-aged man who had gone to relieve himself, carried the woman back.

At this moment, a beam of flashlight shone from the distance, probably someone heard the cries for help and was coming over.

"Useless, couldn't even handle a small matter, now get back in the car!"

The middle-aged man shouted.

The young man on the ground, holding onto the car, staggered back inside.

The middle-aged man tossed the woman into the car, returned to the driver's seat, stepped on the gas, and sped away.

Just about two minutes later.

Three or four people with "Security" armbands arrived at the scene; they had come after hearing the cries for help, but there was nothing left in sight.

"Captain, what's this?"

A young man's flashlight illuminated a pair of panties on the ground, very sexy lace panties, with no dust on them, they seemed to have been dropped just now.

"Could it be a couple sneaking around in an affair?"

Another security team member joked.

The captain, also a middle-aged man, frowned and looked into the distance, saying, "If it's an affair, no one would be shouting for help. Put it in a plastic bag and take it to the police station…"

The next morning.

Dirk Carter was woken up by the urgent ringing of the phone.

Seeing the number, it was Irving Pace calling.

"Hello, Chief Pace, so early?"

Dirk Carter asked lazily.

Irving Pace said, "Secretary General Carter, something happened, Enzo Sawyer's house caught fire."

As if a jolt of electricity surged through him.

Dirk Carter sat up straight in bed.

He asked, "When did this happen?"

"Around 11 p.m. last night, I'm at the scene now, are you coming over?"

Irving Pace asked.

"Wait for me, I'll be there shortly."

After hanging up, Dirk Carter immediately called Arlo Yarbrough, and by the time he finished washing up and went downstairs, Arlo Yarbrough had arrived with the car.

The two of them quickly headed towards Kingsmont Gardens on Kestrel Street.

When they arrived at the scene, they found that Enzo Sawyer's room was completely destroyed by the fire.

The scene was a total mess.

Even the portraits of Ephrem Sawyer and his wife had turned to ashes.

Not to mention Enzo Sawyer's bedroom.

"Any information?"

Dirk Carter asked Irving Pace.

Irving Pace waved to someone inside, saying, "Jamie Ford, come out here for a moment."

Jamie Ford, in full police uniform, came running out and saluted Dirk Carter.

"Report the situation to Secretary General Carter."

Jamie Ford said, "At 11:09 p.m. last night, the control center received a call reporting a house fire in Kingsmont Gardens. The control center immediately contacted the fire department and the local police station to the scene. By the time they arrived, the fire had already grown considerably. Firefighters extinguished it around 12:47 a.m. After surveying the site overnight, no source of the fire has been identified yet."

"What about the nearby surveillance? Any footage of people coming or going?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Jamie Ford replied seriously, "No, Kingsmont Gardens is an old community without surveillance installed nearby. Our officers started canvassing early in the morning, but we've made no progress so far."

"What do you think?"

Dirk Carter asked Irving Pace.

Irving Pace frowned and said, "The two of us were here yesterday, and there was no open flame at the scene. Besides, the criminal investigation team has examined it; all windows and doors were intact with no sign of forced entry, so I think the probability of an accident is quite high."

Accident?

Is it really an accident?

Dirk Carter nodded.

And pulled Irving Pace downstairs.

With no one around, Dirk Carter asked, "Chief Pace, who else knows we were here?"

Irving Pace thought for a moment and said, "No one else, just Jamie Ford. I gave him the photos yesterday to check the fingerprints."

"Jamie Ford…"

Dirk Carter muttered the name to himself.

Irving Pace laughed and said, "You don't suspect Jamie Ford, do you? He wouldn't do such a thing. He's our department's top detective, solved countless cases, and he's a bit reckless. That Apex Group chairman, what's his name again, yes, Bennett Kane, he even caught him."

"Oh? When did that happen?"

Dirk Carter asked in surprise.

Irving Pace thought for a moment and said, "About three or four months ago, when an Apex Group employee reported they were assaulted by a colleague. Jamie Ford took over and went to the group to arrest the perpetrator. The security guards wouldn't let him, so Jamie Ford barged right in, arrested the person, and even took the chairman back to reprimand him. Jeff Hughes himself had to come to get him back. If it weren't widely known that he's a bit of a brawler, he might've faced some disciplinary action. So the problem wouldn't be with him."

"Oh."

Although Dirk Carter still had doubts in his heart.

But since Irving Pace said so, he didn't probe further.

He asked, "What about the prostitute's information?"

Irving Pace waved to a police officer in the distance.

The officer brought over a briefcase, opened it, and took out a file folder.

Irving Pace said, "The prostitute's name is Fang Xiumei, from Amberfall State. She's 27 years old and used to work at the Night World Club. After that incident, she quit and opened a massage parlor not far from here. Why don't we check it out now?"

"Let's go."

Dirk Carter waved and said.