Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ novel Chapter 65

Interrogation My heart thundered at an insane rate. Was that it? Was Callan finally going to get the punishment he deserved? I looked at the agents but couldn’t read too much from their faces. They kept passing each other some documents while I was heading out of the i

of the interrogation room, communicating by either frowning or nodding.

“Excuse me, Agent Collins…” I patted his arm to get his attention. “Please, tell me, what else can I do to send this bastard behind bars?”

He gave me a wry smile. “You are welcome to stay and watch the interrogation with Mr. Lan, but don’t count on great results.”

“What do you mean?” I asked nervously. “It’s your word against his. We’ve got a little circumstantial evidence, but unless he confesses, he can go free.” His words felt as if someone had pierced my heart. My face turned pale at the mere thought that this son of a bitch could get away with it.

“Can you get his phone?” I asked, thinking about the source of possible evidence.

“Not without a warrant, and I doubt that he would let us see his phone willingly. Besides, he’s a rich family’s kid, so I bet that his lawyer is already on his way here as well. We would need something strong, and we only have a few street camera shots with his face to prove that he was around the warehouse area… and your testimony,” he explained. I gritted my teeth. There had to be some other evidence we could use… “Can we get data from relay towers to get his mobile phone location from that day?” I suggested.

The agent nodded but grimaced. “We have already asked for it, but getting that kind of information takes time. Perhaps, we’ll get it tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, or next week.”

I clenched my fists, fully determined. “What if… I could get you the information you need while you run the interrogation?” “What do you mean?” he narrowed his eyes at me. I smiled nervously, thinking that I might have gone too far in trying to be helpful. Suddenly, Aren showed up as he walked into the corridor with a smug smile.

“Jack,” he referred to the agent, “my wife is very skillful when it comes to finding any form of digital data. She can help as long as you don’t ask how she got it.”

I took a deep breath and locked my eyes on Agent Collins. “I know that you won’t be able to use the information from me in a courtroom, but it could be used to force Callan Winton to confess, right?”

Jack Collins exhaled, the corners of his lips curled up into a wicked smile. “What else can you find?”

I smirked, “How about data from his car’s GPS?”