The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 572

As Vanessa was hauled away, Wyatt cleared the distance in three strides and caught Garrison just as his knees buckled.

"Foster, you holding up alright?!"

Garrison had to lean entirely on Wyatt's shoulder just to stay upright. A trace of blood still clung to the corner of his mouth. His uniform collar hung open, revealing red scratches on his collarbone left by Vanessa's manicured nails.

"You son of a bitch... if you'd been a minute later, that psycho would've killed me."

Wyatt kept one arm firmly around Garrison's waist and supported his arm with the other, flashing a wicked grin.

"Come on now, she practically begged you to elope. 'Come with me, come with me'—man, listening to her in the surveillance room almost brought a tear to my eye."

"Screw you."

Garrison cursed with his eyes shut, his voice paper-thin.

Wyatt didn't take offense. He practically carried Garrison toward the exit.

Every muscle in Garrison's body was screaming in agony; every step required immense effort just to breathe. But his consciousness hung on by a thread. He turned his head slightly and forced the words out:

"The evidence... did you get it?"

"Of course we did. You think I'd have a warrant otherwise? You think the Chief of Police is just here for decoration?"

"We used the Vitas-1 investigation as a cover to flip the DSEA upside down. And now with Vanessa's confession, it's a perfect checkmate."

He hoisted Garrison, who was slipping downward, a little higher against his chest. Glancing at him, Wyatt's tone grew serious for a fraction of a second.

"But seriously, we couldn't have done it without Dr. Foster playing the bait. Oscar-worthy performance, man. If it weren't for that pale, tragic face of yours, she never would've dropped her guard that fast."