You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1710

Chapter 1710: Getting News in Advance

The shooting incident was a big deal, so Darrin proactively contacted the Police Headquarters while on the road.

After arriving at the Police Headquarters, they were met by an officer specially assigned to handle their case and make a record of the incident.

The officer's last name was Booth, and upon seeing Joyce, his first words were, "Are you the General? I've heard so much about you. Please have a seat inside. Mr. Gregory has already informed us to keep the record simple."

Joyce was taken aback. "Mr. Gregory? Karl?"

The internal information within the police department spread quickly. It had reached Karl's ears so soon, especially considering it was already late at night.

"Yes," the sergeant nodded.

"It's quite late, and it's just a minor matter. Do you really have to bother Mr. Gregory?" Darrin exclaimed in astonishment.

"Oh, no, that's not it. Mr. Gregory informed each substation a few days ago. If any matters concerning the General arise, each substation has been assigned an officer specifically for reception. After we finish recording, we will also inform Mr. Gregory," Officer Zhang explained.

Joyce and Darrin exchanged glances.

Darrin coughed lightly. "So, Mr. Gregory is indeed Mr. Gregory. He plans everything so thoughtfully." He had often heard people mention Karl's meticulousness and attention to detail, and now he had witnessed it firsthand. Even though Karl wasn't in Khebury, his jurisdiction was still in place.

Joyce rubbed her temples, realizing that Karl must have known about the shooting incident at the ice cream shop, which was why he made these arrangements. She didn't want to bother him with her own issues and wanted him to focus on taking care of Juanita. However, it seemed she had still managed to trouble him.

"Alright, let's finish the record as soon as possible. I want to get home early," Joyce said.

Joyce sat down in the VIP reception room.

The sergeant brought a laptop to record their statements and even made coffee for them.

Darrin recounted the incident, and the sergeant was responsible for recording. In the middle of the recording, the sergeant suddenly received a phone call.

After answering the call, the sergeant said to Joyce, "General, our officers have just arrived at the location you mentioned. There are indeed signs of tire friction on the ground, and we found a few shell casings at the scene. They have been collected for comparison with your handgun. However, the vehicles that were shot at have already been moved, and the surveillance cameras around the entrances and exits have been destroyed. At the moment, we have yet to identify the mastermind behind this incident."

"Heh heh, they're fast," Darrin commented, clicking his tongue. "The other party is definitely a large-scale organization. They're handling the aftermath very systematically."

"Yes," Joyce agreed. Whoever they were, they were certainly not ordinary.

She looked at the sergeant. "That's alright. Let's continue with the record."

"Alright, General," the sergeant continued to record their statements.

In the second half of the record, Joyce personally narrated. After finishing, Joyce stood up, signed the document, and left with Darrin.

Darrin checked his watch. "It's getting late. Anderson is probably already asleep."

After Joyce got into the car and fastened her seatbelt, she said, "Yes, let's go back. We'll take the car for maintenance and tire replacement tomorrow."

Darrin drove, carrying Joyce back to the Warner residence.

Upon returning home, Joyce was surprised to find that Anderson hadn't gone to bed yet.

"Anderson, it's already half past ten. Why aren't you asleep? Aren't you tired?" Joyce quickly took off her coat and handed it to Darrin, then walked over and picked Anderson up from the couch.

"Mummy, I took a bath, but I can't fall asleep," Anderson rubbed his eyes. "Why did you come back so late? I was a little worried about you."

Anderson, who had experienced the shooting incident, was sensitive. It wasn't that he was afraid of the ice cream shop assailant. Rather, it reminded him of the terrifying memory on the rooftop of the harbor parking lot. That evil woman had almost thrown him off the roof. Whenever he thought about it, he felt scared.