[Holy shit, is this real? The shipping magnate's daughter was murdered?]
[Rumor has it that she was killed by the youngest son of the Devereaux Group's CEO, and he's the father of the baby! They supposedly argued over the kid, and he killed her in a fit of rage before running off. He's still MIA!]
[Oh my god, are the cops completely useless? The suspect is that obvious and they still haven't caught him?]
[Rich people, man. You know how it is.]
[Tsk tsk...]
The internet was ablaze with discussions. Fueled by deliberate manipulation, the public's outrage reached a boiling point.
Netizens began tearing into Mr. Devereaux, accusing him of using his immense wealth and power to shield his murderous son. They also blasted the police department for their incompetence, furious that there hadn't even been an official statement since the crime occurred.
The precinct called Nathan the second the news broke.
Nathan had just arrived near the GPS coordinates. He stopped in his tracks, his tone turning dangerously cold. "Find out who leaked this."
The police had locked down the information immediately, and the investigation was progressing steadily. For someone to suddenly step out of the shadows and drop a mix of truths and lies meant they were purposely trying to create chaos.
"Tell the Devereaux Group to coordinate with us. They must not release any statements on their own, or they'll play right into the enemy's hands."
Online opinions were far too easy to manipulate. Any response from either side right now would only spark a fresh wave of vitriol. The public only believed what they wanted to believe; the actual truth didn't matter to them.
"Nathan, the chief gave a strict order to crack this case immediately," the officer on the line urged. "If we miss the golden window to clear up these rumors, things are going to spiral totally out of control."
Nathan furrowed his brow. "I know. Once I rescue Dr. Hayes, I'll head straight back to the precinct. I already have a lead on the case. Just do exactly as I said for now..."
Just as they were gearing up to move in, the recon officer suddenly went pale. "Captain, there's something wrong with the perimeter!"
Nathan frowned. "What is it?"
The officer turned his laptop screen toward Nathan. A collective chill ran down everyone's spines as they stared at a dense cluster of red dots on the map.
"Are those..."
"Explosives?"
"Yes!" Even these hardened veterans felt their hearts pound, their voices cracking with dread. "The entire ground is rigged."

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