The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 427

The police car pulled up outside the West Precinct. Bailey barely had a moment to take in the building before he was marched inside and guided straight into an interrogation room.

A metal table sat in the middle of the room, two chairs facing each other. Bailey was shoved into one of them, and a pair of handcuffs snapped around his wrists, locking him to the table’s underside. He glanced up at the two officers sitting across from him, his eyes hard and guarded.

“Let’s get to it, Bailey,” one officer said, his voice steady. “Tell us about the deal you made with Nathaniel twenty years ago.”

Bailey let out a short, bitter laugh, turning his head away. “I’m not answering a single question until my lawyer gets here.”

If he could just stall, maybe his attorney would find a way to get him out of this.

The officers exchanged a look. Frustration flickered between them, but they didn’t push.

“You should really think about your options,” one of them warned, his voice heavy. “Nathaniel’s on the run. The evidence against him is solid. What makes you think you can just walk away from this?”

“If you come clean now, you might get a little mercy.”

“Mercy?” Bailey scoffed, shooting a glare their way. “I haven’t done anything illegal. I don’t need mercy.”

No matter how they pressed, Bailey kept his lips sealed. The room settled into a tense silence.

The officers didn’t seem in any hurry. They just sat there, watching him, their eyes sharp and searching. Bailey could feel their stares burning into him. He closed his eyes and tried to look calm, though every muscle in his body was wound tight.

The seconds crawled by. The only sound was the ticking clock on the wall. The longer he sat, the more anxious he became. He had no idea when his lawyer would show up, or how much the police actually knew.

Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, the door opened.

A familiar figure stepped inside. It was Roman—the same detective who had pulled Grace away right in front of him.

Bailey’s brows drew together in confusion. Wasn’t Roman supposed to be handling Grace’s case? What was he doing here?

Roman didn’t acknowledge Bailey’s questioning look. He walked to the table, pulled out the empty chair, and sat down. He placed a thick file on the table and looked at Bailey with a calm, almost unreadable expression.

“Mr. Meyer, long time no see.”

Bailey’s jaw tightened. “Mr. Sanchez? Why are you here?” His tone was wary.

“I thought you were dealing with Grace’s case.”

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