From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 698

Chapter 698: On The Same Side

Max fluidly pulled the phone back off the table and slipped it into his jacket pocket, but he didn’t immediately stand up to leave. Instead, he lingered, thoroughly enjoying the rare privilege of seeing Detective Marvin Morgan just sit there in absolute bewilderment.

In his past life, Max had occasionally been on the receiving end of this man’s sharp intellect, forced to watch from the shadows as Marvin meticulously pieced together an amazing reveal and brought a complex investigation to its definitive conclusion. Max had even witnessed the detective handle himself in a physical brawl; Marvin had spent a significant portion of his early career working grueling undercover assignments, making him an incredibly competent fighter. Of course, looking at the graying hair and the deep lines around the detective’s eyes, those peak athletic years were firmly behind him now, but the lethal instinct remained intact.

"I guess I have no choice but to believe the digital trail," Marvin said, breaking the heavy silence as he rubbed his face with his hand. "But you realize that in a lot of ways, this revelation actually makes you a prime suspect. Everything that has been done across these crime scenes has been perfectly, surgically covered up. Now that I know you possess the bottomless resources of a Stern, there is every reason to believe you have the exact financial leverage required to pull off a clean erasure of evidence.

"Furthermore, it makes absolutely zero logical sense for someone of your high-society stature to attend a run-down public school under a fake name... unless you had a highly specific, calculated reason to seek revenge in disguise. When an investigator runs face-first into someone with this level of power and massive wealth, you can no longer follow the traditional chains of normalcy I have spent my life discovering."

"Yes, you are certainly right about that," Max said, his voice dropping into a low, chilling frequency that seemed to vibrate through the quiet cafeteria.

Although Marvin laid out the case against him, the detective still didn’t truly believe Max was the cold-blooded architect behind the murders. The primary reason for his hesitation was the genuine, heavy tone in the young man’s voice when he had brought up Jay—the deceased student Marvin’s initial brief had missed entirely.

What was truly fascinating to the veteran investigator, however, was the realization that it didn’t feel like he was talking to a teenager. Max never once stammered, flinched, or went on a desperate defensive tirade to deny the implicit allegations. He never displayed a single shred of nervous energy. If anything, he was calmly, methodically combating every single conversational trap Marvin threw at him, parrying the queries as if he had navigated this exact interrogation scenario a hundred times before.

"You know, the vast majority of people in this city are completely terrified of the police and the precinct," Marvin noted, leaning back in his chair and narrowing his eyes at Max. "These days, suspects are too frightened to even utter a syllable without a high-priced defense attorney present, and historically, there’s an incredibly good reason for that fear.

"There are plenty of detectives in the force who just wish to close a high-profile case as quickly as humanly possible to boost their promotion metrics. Whether they lock up the right man or an innocent scapegoat doesn’t matter to them; it’s entirely about winning the case itself. But for me, the game is different.

"I’ve earned my stripes over decades of blood and concrete. I possess the institutional luxury to work strictly on what I want and follow whatever anomalies catch my personal interest. In a lot of ways, I am semi-retired out here, and I am heavily, deeply interested in this specific case.

"Because if there is one thing I absolutely hate in this world, it’s when the corrupt, violent world of adults forcefully bleeds into the world of children. Those kids at your school should have been allowed to finish their high school education and actually experience what life had to offer before the darkness cut them down."

Marvin slammed his notebook shut, his gaze locking onto Max with raw intensity. "All of this is connected somehow, Max. And I genuinely hope you possess the clarity to help me out a little bit. So, let’s start with the immediate variable: what exactly are you planning to do with Dipter now that he’s breached the perimeter? Why are you chasing after him?"

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