The Bond Between Us (Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 793

At the local police station, Herman was anxiously waiting for an officer to verify his identity. If he was indeed a native of Riverdale, his details would be in their system. Herman felt a bit nervous as he awaited the outcome.

After about ten minutes, the officer returned with, "Found it. George, age thirty-two..." He handed Herman a file containing George's personal details from birth through high school. George hadn’t gone to college, so there was no more information.

Everything in the file matched what Herman had seen previously in Willowbrook. Frustrated, Herman furrowed his brow and left the station without a word. He knew he wasn't George, and the document had a glaring inconsistency: George was blood type O, and Herman was not.

Herman chose not to reveal this discrepancy, knowing that exposing it would alert whoever was orchestrating this ruse, making it impossible to catch them. He figured the officer would just brush it off as a mistake anyway.

As Herman stepped out, Sean rushed over. "Did you find what you were looking for, George? I don't get your deal. You are George. What, you think you're some kind of billionaire?"

Herman’s wealth, while not close to the world's richest, was miles ahead of the Morton family. Sean taunted him, confident that Herman wouldn’t find the truth he was after. Sean had spent a lot to bribe the officer handling personal records, ensuring George's fake details were what Herman received.

Herman cast a cold look at Sean, who remembered the time Herman had shoved his head into a sink and wisely shut up. Herman moved on with Sean trailing like a shadow. "George, where are you headed? Your dad's still in the hospital. He'd be heartbroken not to see you. It’s really ungrateful. My sister’s there taking care of him; don’t you feel guilty?"

"If you say one more word, you'll lose the ability to speak," Herman warned icily. Sean finally stayed quiet.

Not long after Herman left, a police car pulled up, and Jason stepped out. He wasn't from this precinct but was here to follow up on a case that crossed into this area. He planned to resign soon but was determined to wrap up his current tasks.

Jason quickly got the information he needed and went back to his work. By nightfall, he finished and sat alone in his office, smoking and staring at his phone. Monica's contact flashed on the screen. He wanted to see her but hesitated, knowing he hadn’t sorted out his issues with the Brown family and Alisa.

"Jason," his colleague Hank knocked and came in. "Shift's over. Let’s grab some beers, on me."