Soon, Jack called too. "We've found out where Ron is. Your daughter's with him."
Ron was temporarily living in a private house on the outskirts of the city. It was a secluded area, with farmland all around. The neighbors were all placed very far apart from each other, which was a perfect place to hide a person.
Jack had sent in a team to stake out the area nearby. They were to report to him the moment they heard or saw anything.
Kevan grunted in acknowledgment. "Thank you for your hard work."
"Not at all, this is what we should be doing," Jack said cheerfully. "Oh, by the way, about your grandpa—"
Kevan froze, his pupils dilating. "Yes?"
"Roland's body has been cremated, so we can't perform an autopsy, which means we can't figure out how he died exactly. Although I really want to help you, I can't file a case based on your suspicions. As for Cody, I've used my personal connections to help you check. He did not exhibit any strange behavior before Roland passed. So …" Jack did not say the rest of the sentence out loud, but Kevan already guessed it.
Even if Grandpa's death may be connected to Cody, he could not do anything to him because of a lack of evidence.
"I got it," Kevan replied in a low voice. He had plenty of ways to deal with Cody. But Grandpa… would have to remain in the afterlife now with his grievances, if he had any.
Kevan raised his hand and blocked off the piercing glare of the sunlight passing through the window as well as hiding the tears in his eyes from view.
…
Yet another production crew had wrapped up their filming and booked a restaurant at the hotel for their farewell party.
Larissa brought her assistant manager with her as usual to meet up with them.
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