Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 650

But Weber just shook his head blankly. "Never seen him before in my life."

Cynthia swallowed her disappointment. It wasn't a dead end. She quickly texted the precinct's sketch artist to head to the hospital.

She also ordered a massive digital lineup compiled from their existing suspect pool to see if he could pinpoint a match.

They were going to nail this guy.

Back in the precinct's conference room, Cynthia gave the group a heavily sanitized version of her hospital visit.

She deliberately omitted the crucial detail about Weber seeing the killer's face.

Her captain had advised her to play it close to the chest. Weber's condition was incredibly unstable, and putting a target on his back by leaking his eyewitness status was a bad idea.

"Given these new developments, we need everything you have on Vivienne," Cynthia stated firmly.

The reactions in the room were a mix of horror and cold realization.

Emilia's lips pressed into a thin, furious line while Theodore comfortingly wrapped his hand around hers. Tyler looked like he was going to vomit.

But the most terrified person in the room was the caregiver. She was visibly trembling.

This was entirely new information to her.

She had suspected Vivienne might try to hurt her, but there was always that lingering hope that she was just being paranoid.

The audio she had secretly recorded only detailed the plan to cause a miscarriage, not a full-blown assassination.

She had genuinely believed Vivienne was too much of a coward to actually cross the line into murder.

But hearing about a dead paparazzi crew shattered that delusion instantly.

Vivienne was an absolute, unhinged psycho!

She really was going to have her slaughtered!

As the woman shook like a leaf, Emilia turned to face her.

Staring at the petrified caregiver with bloodshot eyes, Emilia spoke in a raw, gravelly whisper. "You'll get every cent and every ounce of protection we promised. Now hand over the damn evidence."

That was all the motivation the woman needed.

The caregiver scrambled out of her chair in a panic.

With violently trembling hands, she dug the audio recorder out of her pocket and practically shoved it into Cynthia's hands.

Israel stood quietly behind his boss's wheelchair, watching the sheer devastation radiate from the man.

He couldn't even bring himself to speak.

Vivienne was a murderer.

Not only had she killed Emilia's unborn child, but she had slaughtered innocent people to cover her tracks!

Israel had zero words of comfort left to offer.

"Is there something else I can help you with?" Cynthia asked, noticing Tyler loitering near her desk.

"I want to know..." Tyler's voice was a ragged whisper. "I need the exact details of Emilia's crash."

He looked up at the detective with bloodshot, haunted eyes. "Can you show me the file?"

Cynthia frowned. Having worked this case from the beginning, she was acutely aware of the toxic, headline-making love triangle between Tyler, Emilia, and Vivienne. The recent public brawl had only painted a clearer picture of the mess.

Seeing the utterly broken man in front of her, Cynthia let out a heavy sigh of pity. "Follow me," she relented.

She led them down the hall and into the sterile depths of the precinct's evidence room.