Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 619

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"Where's the truck?"

"The truck had fake plates, and that model is everywhere. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack. Luckily, Mr. Remington Dashiell managed to get a rough location of where Hans was hiding and picked up the vehicle from Hans himself. We're still combing through the neighborhood's surveillance footage. The area's mostly factories, but we should be narrowing it down soon. It's just..."

Ray hesitated, and Remington's brows furrowed, his piercing gaze sweeping over.

Ray continued, "It seems like we haven't found any properties owned by the West family there."

Clearly, this was not the outcome they had hoped for.

Remington suddenly crumpled the paper in his hand.

If all these leads turned up nothing, they'd have to pin their hopes on the bait they'd left at the hospital to catch a big fish.

Remington had kept Hans' death a secret, setting a trap and purposely blowing up in front of Martin West and his daughter.

He wanted to spook them, make the Wests think Hans had spilled some vital information. If they lost their cool, they'd take the bait.

So far, though, the people keeping tabs on the West family hadn't noticed any unusual activity.

"By the way, this is the surveillance footage from outside the hospital nursery that Mr. Remington Dashiell asked me to pull up."

Ray handed the tablet to Remington.

After hearing about the conflict between Lizetta and Stella outside the nursery, Remington had asked Ray to check the surveillance footage.

He opened the video to see Stella in a bright red dress, looking glamorous as she walked up to Lizetta with a maid, stopping her repeatedly.

A cold light flickered in Remington's eyes as he ordered, "I don't want to see them at Dashiell Hospital ever again!"

Was he kicking the Wests out of the hospital?

Ray sighed, thinking the Wests had probably burned their last bridges this time.

Mr. Remington Dashiell was throwing all semblance of cordiality out the window.

"Alright, but the Wests might not go quietly..."