"Yes, but it doesn't make sense." Lucas squeezed the wheel with his brows knitted tightly and riddles in his heavy voice, "The whole result doesn't make any sense."
The man passed a file folder containing the investigation report to Ryley and added, "Would you like to visit the site from which the email was allegedly sent, Sir?"
Ryley skimmed through the pages still with a deep frown crumpling the space between his brows, then answered without taking his eyes off the document. "Of course. Take me there now."
Once the car sped away from Hyacinthia's office, Ryley squinted his eyes at the picture of a young man probably the same age as him beside the rows of what looked like fingerprints and some images retrieved from CCTV recordings.
"Lucas I... I don't understand a thing. I mean, is this guy the real sender? Are you sure about it?" Ryley asked with a visible confusion. "And why does the report include time of death? Who died?"
