Chapter 653

"There are still too many unanswered questions. If Rodney was really

murdered, why would Charlotte go after her own grandfather, who

loved her so much? She should at least have a purpose. Rodney's

death at this time would only delay her engagement and she would

have more to lose than to gain. In fact, the Heaths are not here today,

and the guests are discussing in private. Charlotte did not go to the

funeral at the Capital and stayed for her own engagement. People must

be talking about it already. I can't imagine why Charlotte would do

something that would not benefit her." Joyce grabbed her seat belt to

avoid the rush caused by inertia.

“It may not be to get a benefit. Maybe it's out of necessity." Karl

cautioned.

"You mean, maybe Rodney found something?" Joyce came to a

sudden realization. For some reason, when she thought of Rodney's

kind and gentle face and his polite and courteous manners, she always

felt upset. He was just fine in the morning, but suddenly perished in the

evening. The inexplicable sadness almost made her feel heartbroken.

"Hmm. Can't rule it out.” Karl nodded.

"For example, Rodney found out about Charlotte's affair with Ricky?

But there's no need for Charlotte to kill Rodney, right? After all, they the

Heaths can solve such things internally.” Joyce continued the analysis.

"Rodney's death had nothing to do with Ricky. Ricky was at the Capital

at the time, that's for sure.” Karl pointed it out.

"Oh, right! I forgot about that." Joyce gave a low laugh, "In the end, you

are a criminal police officer, and you remember every detail. Awesome!"

"We should. We'll take the side roads now, so we won't be easily

spotted.” Karl suddenly jerked the steering wheel again and entered

another path, which was getting narrower and narrower. The old green

stone brick walls on either side were almost within reach. The plain and

quaint design of the houses was as if they had traveled back in time.

The strong smell of burning fire had come in through the cracks of the

vehicle.

They were almost there.

Joyce sat upright and got on alert.

"Let's talk about that later. We're almost there.” Karl said and removed

the gun from his waist. He then solemnly put it into Joyce's hand.

When he touched her skin, his fingers trembled slightly. Immediately,

he hurriedly turned his face away, withdrew his hand and concentrated

on driving.

"Good."

Joyce's expression was also a bit unnatural. She held the pistol firmly.

The handle was warm, and she could still feel the heat from his body.

With a click, she pushed the bullet into the chamber and was on full

alert.

Karl pulled into a hidden narrow alley, "Get out of the car. This place is

absolutely undetectable to the general public.”

“You know this place so well." Joyce couldn't help but admire how Karl

drove through the streets and alleys without getting lost, as if he had a

map carved in his head.

"It's the basics."

Karl stepped forward and took Joyce's hand, leading her to flash into

the crevice between two houses.

"My analysis is that since Victor is still alive and the explosion was

centered in the front yard of the forensic center, then he must have

escaped from the backyard. If he wants to go to the clock tower, this is

the way to go.” He said while repeatedly dialing the number Victor had

just used to call him.

However, no one answered it.

"Nope. He must have lost the phone." Karl frowned and shook his

head, "No more calls, any more calls will instead increase his danger.”