Chapter 445: Chapter 445



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Matthew, who had exited the elevator, was walking to his car when a car pulled into the driveway and parked next to his.

The person inside the car pushed open the door and got out, walking toward him. “Where are you going?” asked Boyce.

In fact, Matthew was thinking about looking for him, but he didn’t say so. Instead, he looked at him silently, as if waiting for him to say something.

It was as if Matthew was waiting for him to confess, or as if Matthew was waiting for him to tell how much he had found out about Mary’s death.

Boyce didn’t know what was wrong with him. His heart was inexplicably weak. He didn’t seem to have done anything wrong, did he?

However, Boyce didn’t dare look at him.

Boyce did not confess to him that he had accompanied Dolores out. Dolores sought him out, which meant she trusted him. Without Dolores’ permission, he couldn’t tell her.

He lowered his head and looked at the ground. There was a small stone. He stepped on it with his foot, rattling it under his foot, “I came to tell you that I found the person who murdered Maria, but I didn’t touch her, what do I do now?”

Matthew spoke in a light tone, “Have you done something wrong?”

“Huh?” Boyce looked up blankly, “I…. What have I done?” he, what did he find out?

Matthew chuckled lightly, “Look at you, your face is pale, I’m kidding, why are you so agitated?”

Boyce touched his nose, “I’m not agitated, I just think what you said is inexplicable.”

Matthew laughed but said nothing. He walked to the car, “Let’s go.”

“Go where?” Boyce was again at a loss.

“You’ve found a clue, aren’t you still investigating?” he pressed the unlock button. The car’s unlock light flashed. He opened the door and climbed into the car. Boyce quickly climbed into the passenger seat.

“If we arrest someone rashly, will we alert the enemy?” Boyce was worried, being able to ask the person in jail to commit a crime was not something ordinary people could do.

Matthew looked at him, “If we don’t alert the enemy, will she get out?”

Boyce thought about it, “I’ll ask someone to get the woman out.”

“The killer is a woman?” Matthew frowned.

Boyce nodded, “We’re too open, we don’t question and the person was murdered.” Boyce had done a lot of things over all those years. Although he didn’t get promoted much, he had trained a lot of people under him.

Matthew didn’t say anything. It sounded like tacit approval.

Boyce pulled out his cell phone and made a call. He gave instructions to the caller and finally said, “As soon as possible. I’ll be there soon.”

He hung up the phone after hearing a response from elsewhere.

He leaned back in his chair with a relaxed look, “Did you really drink too much yesterday?”.

Testing him?

Matthew turned his head to look at him and gave an ambiguous answer, “How about that?”

Boyce was speechless.

“I almost died because of you and Dolores.” Boyce wasn’t stupid. Matthew didn’t seem clueless judging by his reaction.

“That’s right, you were just drunk, you’re not a pig, you can’t get stupid.” hinted Boyce deliberately. He was in a difficult position.

He couldn’t tell the truth and he had to suffer Matthew’s conundrum.

Did he think he was a monkey and play with him?

Who had he provoked?

“As you get older, your tolerance is lower.” At that moment, the car stopped and Matthew got out, followed by Boyce.

They were at the back door of the B-town jail. The large iron gate was tall and wide. On the right side, there was a small door that opened. Normally, the front door did not open. They entered and exited only through the small door. Boyce stood in front of it to guide them. Matthew believed in his ability to work.

Boyce was familiar with the situation inside. He said to the guard at the gate, “I am here to inquire about a prisoner.”

The guard knew what Boyce’s identity was since he went there from time to time, he didn’t ask too many extra questions.

Matthew walked by him and looked at him, “Boyce, please look for a woman.”

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Boyce suddenly stopped walking and looked at Matthew.

“You… what did you say? No, I mean, what do you mean by that?” he didn’t know why he felt uncomfortable hearing that.

Matthew didn’t stop walking. He kept on striding.

Hey.

Boyce quickly followed him and stopped him, “Tell me, what do you mean?”

Matthew frowned and looked at Boyce, who was impatient, “Look at your nervous look, is it similar to menopause?”. Boyce was speechless.

Matthew walked past Boyce and walked away. Boyce was still standing in the original spot. Matthew stopped walking and looked at Boyce, “Are you going to stand there the whole time?”.

Boyce coughed slightly and walked briskly. He had calmed down considerably, “I got this way because of you and Dolores.”

Dolores knew very well that he was Matthew’s friend, but he still told her everything.

The worst thing was that she knew everything, but she couldn’t say anything.

Now he was serious and said, “She treats you very well, though. She’s considerate of you. She went to get Charles for you.” This was so obvious that, even if he said nothing, Matthew knew.

Matthew gently closed his eyes, hiding for a moment the strange emotions welling up from under his eyes.

When Dolores was close to Victoria, but refused to confess why, he knew that most of it had to do with him.

She didn’t want to dig into it.

This time, Charles appeared and confirmed it.

Victoria…it was a knot he had been clinging to for over twenty years. It was like a thorn in her heart.

But for now…

He knew, but he didn’t want to face the truth.

He didn’t know how to face the contradictions and complexities inside him.

There were no words that could describe his feelings. It was painful. It was a wound that was hard to tell.

That night, the water falling on Dolores’ face was a sadness she couldn’t say.

Boyce seemed to be mentally mulling over Matthew’s words. Suddenly he said, “Introduce me to a girlfriend, will you?”

At his age, it seemed abnormal that he didn’t even have a girlfriend. Matthew looked askance at him, “I thought you liked her.”

Huh?

Boyce blinked. After regaining consciousness, he looked at him fiercely, “You like men.”

He was normal!

A pure man!

At that moment, someone approached him and whispered, “You have a private interrogation, there’s not much time, so hurry up, the person is inside.”

It was his living room. She said she had something to ask the woman, so she asked to be taken there.

Boyce said he knew.

He stood at the door, “I’ll keep watch here, you guys go in, don’t make too much noise.”

He was afraid of being overheard by the others.

Boyce agreed and pushed the door open.

There were night shifts in the prison. This room was where the guards used to rest when they were tired after their night shifts.

The room was not very big but it was clean, with a single bed leaning against the wall. There was a table at the head of the bed, with a thermos on it. The woman was sitting on the edge of the bed, her hair down and dressed in a blue striped prison uniform. She lowered her head. He thought he heard the door open before he raised his head.

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