Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 573: Do I Look Like a Mafioso or a Villain?

Chapter 573: Chapter 573: Do I Look Like a Mafioso or a Villain?

Mid-November, the sky was overcast, and the rain had been falling intermittently for several days.

Shane Warner left the hospital with a heavy expression.

Wallace Warner’s condition was becoming increasingly unstable. He had barely eaten anything in the past few days, and the pain tormented him so much that he hardly got any good sleep.

The people around him could do nothing but watch him endure his suffering helplessly.

Shane had originally wanted to find out the cause of his brother’s death, so his father could leave with some peace of mind, but now it seemed that he might not hear about it in time.

Half an hour ago, Franklin Sutton called to say there had been some developments, so after leaving the hospital, Shane went straight to the police station.

On the way, it started to drizzle again, the raindrops densely landing on the windshield, with the wipers moving rhythmically. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

The road was busy with cars and people; the rainy weather did not affect the city’s liveliness.

When Shane arrived at the office to find Franklin Sutton, Franklin was on the phone.

Shane sat down on the sofa by the wall, waiting for Franklin to hang up the phone.

Franklin exhaled deeply and walked over to sit next to Shane: "I finally found a clue; this case was driving me to question my life."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Franklin let out a cold laugh: "Don’t mention it; if it weren’t for my sister, I wouldn’t bother with such a tedious matter."

Shane didn’t bicker with him and directly asked, "What did you find?"

Franklin placed a stack of documents on the coffee table and said, "I’ve interviewed many people, including some former staff of the club from back then. I got a clue, although it’s not really a clue but rather a detail we’ve been overlooking."

Shane: "Oh?"

Franklin: "We already know that someone tampered with the car, leading to this accident. I checked the initial investigation report, which showed there were issues with the car’s brake pads. To tamper with the brake pads, someone must have had the car keys; we overlooked this crucial point."

Shane said thoughtfully, "Someone with access to the car keys?"

Franklin nodded, "Through my investigation, I learned that the club was considered quite upscale at the time and had many bellboys. From what I found out, part of the bellboys’ duties at the hotel included parking cars for guests, so they had the best opportunity to tamper with the vehicles."

Shane: "Have you found them?"

Franklin: "Do you think they’re that easy to find? The club’s employment records are long gone; there’s no way to know who worked there back then."

Shane: "So you called me here because you think I can help?"

Franklin chuckled, "Talking to a smart guy is different. Here’s the thing, I heard the club was quite chaotic at the time. Without the current crackdown on crime, many local thugs frequented the area. In our line of work, sometimes we have to cooperate with these small-time thugs; they can know things we don’t. So..."

Shane: "Do I look like a thug or a villain to you?"

Franklin: "That’s not what I mean. I mean, you remember that kid who got into a fight at the fourth bar, the one who calls you cousin? That night, I heard he was bragging at the station. He started hanging with gangs as a teenager, and that day, he even had a lively chat with one of our veteran officers. I heard from that officer that before he transferred here, that kid was his informant. So, I wanted you to ask him if he knows any of the bellboys from that club back then."

Shane wasn’t aware of Heath’s rich background, but Heath’s network was indeed extensive; otherwise, he wouldn’t have gathered a group of followers in Rivia after just a few days.

It was almost noon, and Heath had already left work. It wasn’t easy to find that kid after work hours.

Shane decided to drive home first and planned to ask Heath after work in the afternoon.

When his car pulled into the driveway, he didn’t see Audrey running to the door to greet him.

Suspecting she was still lounging in bed, Shane was already thinking about how to scold her when he opened the door, only to hear the lively voices inside.

Phoebe King: "Hey, wait, wait, I want to pong this tile!"

Flora Lane: "Then I’ll declare a win; otherwise, I’m out of tiles."

Audrey: "..."

Seraphina Vaughn: "Audrey’s luck isn’t good today; she keeps discarding tiles that complete hands."

Audrey looked downcast, and when she heard the noise near the door, she turned to see Shane returning. She immediately put on a pitiful face and complained to him, "I’m just too unlucky today; I’m the only one who lost."

Shane glared at her: "Look at the time. You all played so much you forgot to eat?"

Phoebe: "We ordered takeout. Come on, let’s continue. Shane, aren’t you going to transfer a few thousand bucks to Audrey? She lost so much she probably won’t be able to eat later."

Shane kept a stern face, clearly not feeling sorry that Audrey lost money at the game, but rather that she couldn’t take good care of herself because she was so engrossed in playing.

Audrey noticed Shane was unhappy. She also knew he usually didn’t allow her to order takeout, especially since she was pregnant. So she explained sheepishly, "We ordered healthy food, like the restaurant just outside our gate; you’ve taken me there a few times."

Shane looked at the half-eaten breakfast on the counter and asked, "Why didn’t you finish it?"

Audrey pursed her lips and said, "It felt too greasy; I couldn’t eat it. And I wasn’t hungry when I got out of bed."

Actually, when Phoebe and the others arrived, they brought a lot of delicious food from the dim sum shop.

After they ate, they threw all the packaging out, and Audrey had overlooked the plate of jam sandwiches she had casually left on the counter.

Shane frowned as he dumped the leftovers into the trash, then stood silently by the sink washing the plate. He then took out steaks from the fridge and busied himself.

Audrey could tell Shane was unhappy. After finishing her round, she quietly told the others, "Let’s eat before playing again; I feel like he’s in a bad mood. I’ll go ask him."

Phoebe also knew that if they made Shane angry, the mahjong table probably wouldn’t be safe. So she nodded in agreement, and they all quietly moved to sit on the sofa, pretending to watch TV when their attention was entirely on Audrey.

Audrey silently walked over, watched as Shane sliced a few pieces of broccoli, and promptly handed a plate to him.

Shane put the broccoli on the plate but didn’t look at Audrey.

Audrey then leaned closer to him and explained, "Because Flora is free today, we arranged to play mahjong."

Shane flipped the steak in the pan, his face expressionless, and spoke without much emotion, "Then continue playing."