A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 721 721

The next day was the last day before the wedding.

When they got up in the morning, Dirk Carter went over the process with Dorothy Zechariah.

After this busy spell.

It was already about ten o'clock in the morning.

Then, the two of them tidied up a bit, preparing to rush to the hotel since some guests who traveled long distances would be arriving soon.

Just as the two were about to leave.

Arlo Yarbrough suddenly barged in, grabbed Dirk Carter's arm, and said, "Dirk, I have something to tell you."

Dirk Carter followed him aside.

With a smile, he asked, "Why so mysterious?"

Arlo Yarbrough glanced around.

He whispered, "Javier Summers is dead."

Dirk Carter was stunned.

Arlo Yarbrough continued, "The whole family drank pesticide to commit suicide, not one of the three survived."

"What happened? How could this happen?"

Dirk Carter's mood immediately tightened.

The good mood for the wedding was instantly ruined.

Arlo Yarbrough said, "After hearing the news, I went over to the city bureau. The autopsy results are out, and the three of them took highly toxic pesticides. And the pesticides were indeed bought by Javier Summers."

This shouldn't be right.

Even if he lost the job at the Sterling Hotel.

Javier Summers hadn't reached a point where he'd need to commit suicide.

Could it be that this guy had such a poor psychological tolerance?

"Dirk, are you ready?"

At this moment, Dorothy Zechariah came out from the bedroom and asked.

Dirk Carter thought for a moment.

He said, "Dorothy, you go ahead to the hotel and greet some of the guests. Arlo and I have some things to deal with."

Dorothy gave a slight smile.

She said, "Okay, I'll wait for you at the hotel then."

Then, she left with Lynn Thorne accompanying her.

Dirk Carter didn't want this incident to affect Dorothy Zechariah's mood, so he didn't tell her.

As he was thinking about what to do next.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

He looked at the number; it was a call from Pierce Griffin, the Executive Deputy Director of the Rexton City Police Department.

After the Maplewood Gang incident.

It also had a significant impact on the Rexton City Police Department.

The Municipal Party Committee Secretary and Police Department Director, Cary Shepherd, was suspended for investigation.

Because of this.

The party and government work of the police department were handled by the political commissar, and all business work fell on Pierce Griffin.

At this time, a call from Pierce Griffin couldn't mean anything good.

"Mr. Griffin, what's up?"

Dirk Carter picked up the phone and asked.

"Secretary General Carter, I'm really sorry to disturb you on such a happy day."

Pierce Griffin stammered.

Dirk Carter smiled and said, "No problem, what's up?"

"Secretary General Carter, here's the thing, a few comrades from the provincial police department have come, saying there's something they'd like to discuss with you; would you be able to come by?"

On the phone, Pierce Griffin remained polite.

But after he finished speaking.

The phone then picked up another unfriendly woman's voice: "What do you mean convenient or not? You'll come, one way or another."

The voice wasn't far or near.

It must have been someone standing close to Pierce Griffin.

Then.

The phone was suddenly snatched over.

A loud woman's voice said, "Comrade Dirk Carter, I'm Cuthbert Lewis, the Deputy Team Leader of the Criminal Investigation Division of the Rhovan Provincial Police Department. Please come to the city police department immediately. If you're not here within half an hour, I'm afraid I'll have to come to your house to find you."

After saying these words.

The call was disconnected.

Arlo Yarbrough saw Dirk Carter's furrowed brow.

He asked, "What's wrong?"

Dirk Carter sighed deeply.

He said, "We didn't go looking for trouble, yet trouble has found us. It seems someone really doesn't want me to have a smooth wedding."

About eleven o'clock.

Dirk Carter and Arlo Yarbrough drove to the courtyard of the city police department.

When they arrived.

Pierce Griffin was already waiting at the entrance.

As soon as he saw Dirk Carter, he immediately came forward.

"What on earth happened?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Pierce Griffin looked around, then said softly, "The General Manager of Sterling Hotel, Javier Summers, and his family of three committed suicide last night. The hotel reported to the provincial office, saying that on the day of the incident, you had a business dispute with Javier Summers, leading to his dismissal, so..."

There was no need to say the rest.

The provincial office had come this time to investigate this matter.

Under the guidance of Pierce Griffin.

Dirk Carter arrived at the door of an interrogation room in the city bureau.

Dirk Carter furrowed his brows, asking, "Why an interrogation room?"

Pierce Griffin looked troubled.

He said, "Captain Lee's request, I couldn't help it."

Dirk Carter patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Mr. Griffin, don't worry. You can go about your business."

Pierce Griffin whispered, "That Cuthbert Lewis is hard to deal with, so watch your words and don't let her catch anything."

"Got it, thanks."

Dirk Carter replied.

Then he pushed open the interrogation room door.

In that moment, a repressive atmosphere hit him.

The interrogation room's lighting was rather dim, clearly intentional.

Sitting at the table directly ahead were a man and a woman.

The woman seemed to be around thirty-five or thirty-six, with shoulder-length short hair, and truth be told, she had striking eyebrows and eyes and possessed a certain charm, belonging to the type of glamorous mature women.

Wearing a white police uniform, it was apparent her rank was already at a divisional level.

The other male officer seemed to be in his thirties as well.

His uniform was light blue.

Indicating his rank wasn't as high as the woman's.

It was obvious that this woman in the white police uniform must have been Cuthbert Lewis, the Deputy Team Leader of the Criminal Investigation Division of the Rhovan Provincial Police Department.

"Are you Dirk Carter?"

The woman asked sharply.

Dirk Carter nodded and said, "I am Dirk Carter."

Cuthbert Lewis, expressionless, pointed at the interrogation chair across from her, and said, "Let's talk while sitting."

"Captain Lee, are you here to have a chat with me, or to conduct an inquiry?"

Dirk Carter didn't move, standing still and asking.

"Does it make any difference?"

Cuthbert Lewis asked, looking slightly contemptuous.

Dirk Carter pointed at that chair, and said, "If you want to know some information from me, I won't sit in that chair. If I am being questioned as a suspect, then you'll need to produce an inquiry document, and I'll obediently sit there."

"Dirk Carter, what kind of attitude is this? We are executing public duties from the provincial office, don't you have this basic awareness?"

Cuthbert Lewis was furious.

She slammed the table and scolded him.

Dirk Carter snorted with a laugh and said, "Awareness? What awareness? I suppose it's Captain Lee who's lacking awareness. You are a divisional cadre, and so am I. Technically, we're on the same level. Do you think you have the right to shout at me? Don't you even have basic manners?"

"You..."

Cuthbert Lewis suddenly found herself speechless.

Just as she was about to explode.

A police officer next to them immediately stood up, waving his hand and saying, "Come on, leaders, let's discuss this calmly. This way, Secretary General Carter, I'll offer you my chair."