The Captain I Married by Chance novel Chapter 89

"A female worker at the textile factory."

Nathan's gaze fell to his arm.

Nora's fingers were longer and more slender than the average woman's, and at a glance, they could be mistaken for a slim young man's hand.

From long-term exposure to chemicals, her fingertips weren't rosy.

The pads of her fingers were calloused from holding a scalpel.

Nathan felt a warmth spreading from where she held him.

A tingling sensation radiated outward from that spot.

His eyes flickered. Nathan forced himself to look away, his voice so soft it was as if he were afraid of startling someone. "What is it?"

Nora was still lost in her thoughts, completely oblivious to the fact that the man in front of her was blushing slightly.

"It's strange. If these kids couldn't have been Chloe's friends, why would that person tell the police to bring them in for questioning?"

"Unless—"

Nora's eyes shot up to meet Nathan's.

As their gazes locked, they spoke at almost the exact same time:

"She's stalling!"

Hearing each other say the same thing, they turned and walked out without another word.

"To the textile factory!"

Other officers quickly followed. The one who had questioned Nora's theory happened to be right beside her. Seeing everyone grab car keys, he took a set as well. "Dr. Hayes, you can ride with me."

"Dr. Hayes, did you figure something out?" the officer driving couldn't help but ask. He glanced at Nora in the rearview mirror and asked a little shyly, "Could you tell me about it?"

Although Nora had a reputation for being an "ice queen," she was actually surprisingly gentle.

"It's nothing much, really. I just think the person deliberately gave the police a false lead to buy time to dispose of the murder weapon."

"Otherwise, there's no reason to send those kids to the police station."

"You probably noticed those kids earlier. They have a lot of attitude and weren't scared even at the station."

"Yeah, when they were first brought in, they were clammed up tight. One of them even barked, "You might as well just shoot me! I ain't sayin' a damn word!" I thought he'd been watching too many gangster movies or something. Turns out, he thought we brought him in to ask where he got his tattoos," the officer added.

"Huh?" Nora said, completely unable to follow the kid's train of thought.

The officer chuckled. "You don't get it either, right, Dr. Hayes? It wasn't until we questioned him carefully that we found out he'd been hassled by another group of kids before because his tattoos were so cool. They demanded to know the tattoo shop's location and the artist's contact info, threatening to beat him up if he didn't tell them."