âThe prison guard?â I echoed questioningly.
âYes.
The prison guard most likely accepted the bribes.
They were in the most convenient position to kill her.
Letâs begin our inquiry from this angle.
â
Zoeâs words eased my mind, a soothing balm to my troubled thoughts.
While the corpse held significant importance, it wasnât the sole avenue to unveil the identity of the murderer.
Carlosâ message arrived swiftly, informing me of a suspicious prison guard responsible for Jaylaâs watch.
âThat night, he vanished after indulging in a gambling spree at the casino.
Urgently, I inquired, âHave you looked at his bank transactions
Carlos answered, âIâve scrutinized it, but the prison guardâs transfer record doesnât reveal anything extraordinary.
Whoever dealt with this was cautious, likely slipping him cash, The casino boss mentioned that the prison guard carried a lot of cash while gambling.
â
A sense of concern crept over me, casting doubt on the lead we had.
The clue would turn out to be dead end.
But Carlos wasnât done yet.
âDuring my examination of the accounts, I stumbled upon something suspicious.
Surveillance footage captured the
Barton familyâs servant withdrawing a hefty sum from the bank that very afternoon
âThe Barton family again?â Zoeâs face contorted with anger.
Her words came through gritted teeth.
âThese people thrive on chaos! I knew it had to be them! Itâs no surprise theyâre related to Janiya-theyâre all inherently rotten,
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I tried to compose myself, my brow furrowed, and I inquired, âCarlos, can you locate the prison guard within forty-eight hours?â
Carlos found himself caught in a gripping quandary.
âI have a hunch that the prison guard might have slipped away from the Thorn Edge Pack, or he might have been murdered.
â
Both Zoe and I lapsed into a contemplative hush.
If indeed the prison guard had fled the Thorn Edge Pack, the present circumstances were undeniably dire for us.
We lacked any evidence to implicate the Barton family, except for the prison guardâs possible testimony.
The looming deadline was tomorrow, and failure to apprehend the true culprit would inevitably result in Debra becoming the sacrificial lamb.
Ensnared, we found ourselves caught in the clutches of a cunning scheme.
Our enemies had trapped us.
Tilting my gaze to the villa, a myriad of emotions swirled within me, defying explanation.
I wondered how Debra might tackle the problem.
Debraâs POV: I returned to Jeniferâs house.