Chapter 42 Andrew activated Samuel as well
The next day, early morning.
The shooting case on the second floor of the standalone house on Elm Street had officially been taken over by the police department of the Black Street District . Despite the gravity of the situation, Samuel was conspicuously absent, using the excuse of attending a meeting in Stardust City to leave. The highest-ranking officer in charge of this case was merely a deputy director who was about to retire.
As a result, the captain of the second team responsible for investigating the case was left uncertain. He couldn't figure out what the higher-ups meant, so he just stalled for time and didn't follow up on the leads.
At 9:30 AM.
Andrew's phone rang.
"Hello?" Samuel's voice came through.
"You know about it?" Andrew asked, looking down.
Samuel was silent for a moment before speaking in a tone that brooked no argument, "I don't care what you're thinking, but don't get involved in Eric's matter. Get back to the office immediately and stay there for the next few days."
"No way," Andrew flatly refused.
"Are you out of your mind?" Samuel snapped. "I've kept my distance from the drug dealing case, so why are you foolishly getting involved? Do you have any idea how much profit Eric's supply channels generate? How many eyes, both inside and outside, are on this? You're just a small deputy captain. You can't make any difference."
"Samuel, we're different. What I do has little to do with you. Don't worry. Even if things go south, I'll take responsibility myself. It won't affect you at all," Andrew retorted, though he didn't believe his own words.
"Nonsense!" Samuel shouted furiously, "How could you even say that? Without me, how could you be a deputy captain? What qualifications do you have to work in the police department?"
"Well, if you put it that way, I can only be honest," Andrew shamelessly replied, "Either you don't interfere, or you oversee both me and Eric."
"Are you an idiot?" Samuel asked.
"Samuel, you've been too comfortable lately. William is using Terry's money and connections to make friends like crazy in the police department. Do you think he just wants to be a small captain? That's impossible. William wants to have a say in the police department. It's obvious. Do you think you can stay out of it? Sitting in your position, you can't avoid receiving support and help from various sides," Andrew shouted, stretching his neck, "Stop hesitating and make a choice. I'll activate you, too."
"You..." Samuel was dumbfounded.
Before Samuel could finish, Andrew hung up . Samuel called him back twice, but Andrew didn't answer.
In the car.
Samuel frowned and pondered for a while before dialing Alexander's number. "Hello? Alexander."
"Hello, Mr. Charles."
"Andrew seems to be about to do something foolish. You've been getting along well with him lately. Give him a call," Samuel demanded.
"Mr. Charles, Andrew and I have just reached a consensus on some matters. I was about to call you," Alexander began to boast.
Hearing this, Samuel sat up straight in anger. "Can you be more mature? Andrew is someone who gets drunk without drinking. You can't reach a consensus with him."
"No, Mr. Charles. Listen to me first," Alexander cautiously interrupted.
"Go ahead," Samuel added.
"I just had some contact with the people opposite the Patrick family." Alexander said, revealing his thoughts.
In the standalone house on Elm Street.
William, with his left hand in his pocket and his right hand holding a phone, stood by the window and said, "Samuel avoided the situation today and didn't even go to the police department."
"What do you think it means?" Terry asked.
"It's obvious. He didn't want to get involved, so he found an excuse to avoid it. But on the flip side, he's also protecting our dignity," William responded, "With such a big case, without Samuel making decisions, the people below don't know how to handle it. So he's giving us some time to find Eric quickly."
"Samuel handled this smartly," Terry said with a grim face, "Since he's giving us space, let's finish the job quickly."
"Don't worry, Eric won't escape," William said.
"Alright then."
The two brothers ended the call. Just as William was about to walk out the door, David came in.
"How's it going?" William asked with a frown.
"A private doctor on Maple Street was called out last night but hasn't returned home," David responded casually, "Our people on the street didn't see him leave. I suspect he's still in the area, likely treating Eric for his gunshot wound."
William paced around the room before asking, "Any news on Andrew?"
"He was supposed to be on the district border for an arrest but left after receiving a call and hasn't been seen since," David replied, well-informed, "He didn't come to the office today either."
"He's with Eric," William concluded.
"You're aware of Andrew's relationship with Samuel," David reminded, "We need to be cautious with him."
"Andrew is too foolish," William pondered for a moment before instructing, "Just find the location. Once you have it, bypass Andrew. Don't touch him."
"Got it." David nodded.
At 6:30 PM.
In a restaurant with sexual transactions in the of Maple Street, a sleazy-looking young man turned and spat. "I went to that doctor's house. His assistant told me he took medical equipment and drugs for treating gunshot wounds."
"Anything else?" David asked.
"I checked the call records. The last person to call the doctor was Sam White, a small-time hustler," the sleazy young man said with a grin, "He's just on Maple Street. Our guys have already found him. He hasn't left his house all day."
"Confirm it. I'll bring people to Maple Street right away," David said.
"Got it," the young man replied.
An hour later.
On the wet streets, over twenty cars were parked.
William and David sat in a car, waiting for about ten minutes before the sleazy young man ran over, holding his coat tight, and said, "They're inside."
"How many?" David asked.
"At least three or four," the young man replied, "Our guys saw them through the window, but it wasn't very clear."
David opened the car door and waved. "Get out."
"All together." William also opened his door.
David was taken aback and quickly reminded, "It's not convenient for you to show your face in this situation, right?"
"Samuel has already given his tacit approval. No need to pretend. Just go in," William replied, frowning, as he stepped out of the car.
In a warehouse in the Black Street District, an old man sat on a worn-out wooden chair, sipping water. "Inform our people to stir things up tonight."
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