Chapter 171 He's Targeting Us
Evening.
Alexander called all his brothers over for a meal in the precinct's cafeteria. The main goal was to help the newcomers, Loren and Elbert, get to know everyone.
As the meal was wrapping up, John reminded Alexander. "Team Two handed over the case details to me. Jasper wants us to focus on the Maple Street area, catch some gun dealers, and see if we can find any clues about the thugs who killed Zephyr."
"Is he insane?" Alexander replied, exasperated. "In Pine City, there are at least eight thousand people making a living off gun dealing. If we want to catch a few thugs and investigate everyone in this line of work, won't they dig up our family's information in retaliation?"
"Exactly, that's what I'm worried about too," John agreed. "These days, guns are everywhere. Even the government in District Nine can't enforce a complete ban. If we crack down hard on this, aren't we cutting off people's livelihoods? It could cause a lot of trouble."
"Don't listen to him," Alexander said with a frown.
"But we have to investigate the case. If you don't follow his orders, isn't that defying the leadership? If he turns around and slanders you to Riley, we'll be in a tough spot," John reminded him.
"We'll investigate the case, but there's no point in causing trouble on Maple Street," Alexander said, glancing at his watch. "Let's all get some rest tonight and start working tomorrow."
"Got it."
Everyone nodded.
"Alright, let's give another warm welcome to our two new team members," Alexander said, raising his glass. "Those not on duty tonight, drink up. Those on duty, substitute water for alcohol. Let's finish up and get some sleep."
"Cheers."
Everyone stood up, clinked glasses, and drank in one go.
The next day at noon.
John found Alexander in the office area and shook his head, saying, "I asked the people who were there that day. They all said they couldn't get in touch with that kid."
"Did you go to his house?" Alexander asked, hands on his hips.
"That kid doesn't have a home. He stays wherever he can." John shook his head.
After thinking for a moment, Alexander grabbed his coat and said, "Get the newcomers. We're heading out."
"Who are we looking for?" John called out.
"We're going to the Wilde family."
Two hours later.
In a modest house on River Road in the Riverside District, John sat on the study's sofa, looking around the room and said, "This congressman's house is pretty simple, huh."
"It's for his status," Alexander replied with a smile.
"Yeah, they have to pretend to be simple," John said, having no good impression of the Wilde family. He was only here because of work.
As they were sitting, the study door suddenly opened, and a young man around Alexander's age walked in and said, "Hello, I'm Zephyr's cousin, Milton Wilde."
"Hello." Alexander stood up and shook his hand.
"Please, have a seat," Milton said, sitting down opposite Alexander. "Adam is busy with the funeral arrangements, and there are not many people at home, so he asked me to come back and meet with you."
Alexander had already anticipated that he wouldn't receive a warm welcome from the Wilde family, especially since they probably held a grudge against him for the Dominic case. But since the case was assigned to his team, he couldn't just do nothing. He knew that even if Adam were home, he wouldn't see him.
"I'm here to gather some information."
"Go ahead," Milton said, expressionless.
"Loren, take notes," Alexander instructed.
"Got it," Loren nodded.
After a moment of thought, Alexander looked up at Milton and asked, "In the case of Zephyr's murder, there's an important witness named Duke. Do you know him?"
"Yes." Milton hesitated but nodded.
"What was his relationship with Zephyr?"
"They were friends."
"That's not right. From what I know, Duke was part of Zephyr's trading company." Alexander pressed.
"He was also a temporary worker at Zephyr's company, the kind without a contract," Milton replied unconvincingly.
After pondering for a moment, Alexander asked, "Our colleagues at the Riverside District precinct have sent us the witness statements from that night. One witness said that Zephyr went to the Riverside District junkyard with over twenty people and weapons. Do you know why he went there?"
Milton thought for a moment and replied, "He went to pay off Duke's debt."
"Duke owed money to those suspects, right? Do you know what kind of debt it was?"
"Why are you so fixated on this?" Milton's face showed some impatience. "Zephyr was killed. Shouldn't you be focusing on finding clues about the suspects?"
"The cause of the case is equally important," Alexander responded calmly. "It directly affects the direction and outcome of the investigation."
"I don't know what kind of debt Duke owed," Milton shook his head. "But the other party did kill Zephyr."
"Alright, can you find this Duke? He's a key person in this case."
"Sorry, I have no contact with him."
"Okay then, we'll notify you if we have any updates." Seeing Milton's attitude, Alexander stood up. "We'll be leaving now."
"Okay." Milton remained seated on the sofa.
Alexander picked up his things and walked to the door. Suddenly, he turned back and said, "By the way, I forgot to tell you, the people who killed Zephyr might be gun dealers. We've been tracking them for a while. But I can't figure out why these gun dealers would bother with Zephyr."
Milton was stunned by this.
"Goodbye." Alexander turned and left.
Half an hour later.
Milton rushed back to the church and quietly said to Adam, "The person asking questions was Alexander from the Black Street District precinct."
Adam was silent for a moment before responding expressionlessly, "He's the one who arrested Zephyr before, right?"
"Yes." Milton nodded.
"What did he ask you?"
"He kept asking about Duke and the cause of the case," Milton replied with a frown. "He seems to have some hostility towards us."
Adam was taken aback and then sighed with a frown. "These past few days have been so chaotic that I missed a lot of details. Zephyr went to the Riverside District junkyard because of a payment issue. This can't be exposed. Notify the men who were there that day to keep their mouths shut. Whether it's the police or the precinct, just say Zephyr went to pay off Duke's debt, but the other party's conditions were too harsh, and Zephyr was killed after refusing."
"Understood." Milton nodded.
Adam, his face pale, added, "Our business is temporarily halted until the case is closed. Also, don't agree to William's pharmaceutical cooperation for now. We need to keep a low profile for a while."
"I understand, Adam."
"Did Duke run away?" Adam asked again.
"Yes, he's probably afraid of getting into trouble."
"Good that he ran." Adam took out his phone, thought for a while, and dialed William's number.
"Hello? Mr. Wilde."
"William, you're really helpful," Adam said expressionlessly. "The person who arrested Zephyr before is now investigating this case. Your influence in the Black Street District is quite something."
William was stunned. "Is it Alexander?"
"He just left my house."
"Mr. Wilde, he's not under my..."
"I'm busy. I'll treat you to dinner later," Adam interrupted and hung up.
In the Neon Club of the Black Street District, William cursed with a dark face, "That damn Alexander! I'll get rid of him sooner or later."
"What happened?" Enrique asked.
"I promised Adam that the Black Street District precinct would seriously investigate this case, but damn it, Alexander went to his house today."
"Alexander arrested Zephyr before, so he went to the Wilde family, which made things a bit awkward."
"Yeah, Adam just mocked me on the phone," William cursed with a frown. "What's Jasper thinking? The case is in his hands, but he can't even control Alexander?"
On the road.
Alexander sat in the car and turned to John, saying, "Zephyr's death isn't that simple."
"Even a fool can see it's related to gun dealing," John added without hesitation. "But we can't pin this on the Wilde family because Duke has definitely run away, and the witnesses have surely been coached."
In an alley in the city, Joe, with a cigarette in his mouth and his hands in his sleeves, leaned against the wall, waiting quietly.
After a few minutes, the burly man who loved reading novels walked over and said softly to Joe, "I've finished observing. We can move anytime."
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