“So, you're saying the head of the kidnappers is dead? He jumped into the river and drowned himself?” Winnie asked.
She could not believe her ears. How can someone like that become a kidnapper?
“Yes. The cold water caused his muscles to cramp. In the end, he couldn't move and drowned to death,” Christopher explained.
When Winnie heard his sullen tone, she guessed the investigation was not going well.
She gave it some thought before asking, “What's wrong? Are you guys unable to find anything now that the leader is dead?”
“Exactly. The others know nothing. They didn't even know there were drugs hidden on the ship.”
Winnie frowned. “Then, Yulissa will never admit to it, either. Does that mean your team's ambush is in vain?”
“She didn't admit it, but our efforts aren't in vain. At least we managed to seize two hundred and fifty grams of a new venom. This is partially thanks to you,” said Christopher with a smile.
Winnie's lips curled into a subtle smile. “Oh, well. I can't help being a helpful citizen. What about the kidnapping case? How's the investigation going? Are they really ordinary kidnappers? Did they really kidnap Yulissa?”
Christopher paused momentarily before saying, “Theoretically, kidnapping cases like this aren't in my department's jurisdiction. I can't reveal such information to you, either. After all—”
Winnie smiled and cut him off, “If that's the case, let's not go by theory. After all, Yulissa's your department's main target, and I'm your informant. How am I supposed to continue carrying out my task if you don't give me any clues, Captain Bennett?”
“You're right. Then again, it's not convenient to talk about it over the phone. Let's meet up. Have you eaten? Perhaps we could find a place to eat and talk,” Christopher suggested.
Winnie rubbed her belly. “Sure. I haven't had dinner, anyway. I'm feeling a little hungry already. Please look for a less conspicuous place this time. I don't want to run away in the middle of the meal.”
After hanging up, she returned to Josiah's office.
He frowned, looking annoyed to see Winnie again. “Why haven't you left? What's the matter this time?”
“I'm going out for a while. Can you contact me right away when Xavier wakes up?” Winnie asked politely.
Josiah paused whatever he was doing and questioned, “What gives?”
Winnie frowned. “If it's a hassle, then forget it. Sorry for disturbing you.”
Just as Winnie was about to leave the room, Josiah stopped her. “Wait. How do I contact you?”
“Just call Paulina's number.”
This time, Christopher chose to meet at a food court.
Christopher was already seated at a table by the time Winnie arrived.
The place was crowded since it was the peak hour for dinner.
After taking a seat in front of Christopher, Winnie asked curiously, “I always see this in movies where the police and the spy or informant would always choose to meet at these kinds of places. Why's that? Does the crowd provide a better cover? Why don't they choose a more deserted place instead?”
Christopher chuckled at her words. “I don't know about others, but I chose this place just because their food is delicious. Do you have any dietary restrictions? I can recommend you some of their signature dishes.”
Winnie frowned. “Um... I don't have any restrictions. It's just that—”
Before Winnie could even finish, Christopher spoke. “Are you uncomfortable with this place?”
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