Chapter 912
The police nabbed Jagger the next morning, following the clues they had pieced together.
Jagger, Gemma's eldest grandson, was barely in his twenties. He was the mastermind, coordinating with others to plant Taylor's blood sample at the drop-off point, ensuring it got slipped into the delivery truck.
He thought he had covered his tracks well, choosing a spot without surveillance cameras to leave the blood sample, confident the police would never trace it back to him.
But to his shock, he was caught before the night was over.
He was partying at a nightclub when the police pinned him down and hauled him away.
As the morning mist cleared and the bright sunlight filtered through the branches of the roadside trees, Ambrose walked briskly out of the police station.
Lillian's eyes lit up as she approached him.
"Why didn't you wait in the car?" Ambrose asked, his expression a mix of relief and concern.
Ambrose had spent the entire night working with the police and the Kelly family to catch the culprit.
He had told Lillian over the phone to stay home and wait for news, but how could she sleep under such circumstances?
She had been waiting there since early morning. Meeting Ambrose's gaze, she smiled slightly.
"Ambrose, you must be exhausted. How did it go?"
Knowing she was anxious, Ambrose got straight to the point.
"After Gemma left Seaspring Valley City five years ago, she changed her grandson's name and created a fake identity for him. He's been living here under the name Jagger. Gemma instructed Jagger to leave the city after dropping the blood sample, but he thought he was safe since he had taken so many precautions. He stayed in the city to party and got caught."
"He's young and easy to interrogate. He's confessed everything he knows, but he doesn't know Gemma's current location or have any contact information for her."
"Gemma is very cautious. However, she is supposed to call Jagger around noon today to check on his safety. The police are ready to trace the call and pinpoint her location."
Lillian felt a twinge of disappointment upon hearing that Jagger didn't know Gemma's whereabouts.
But it wasn't a total loss. She nodded, noticing Ambrose's tired eyes, and quickly said, "Ambrose, I brought you breakfast. Let's eat in the car and talk."
She had brought several Kelly family servants with her, who had prepared plenty of food. She instructed them to take breakfast inside for the police officers who had worked through the night.
Once in the car, Lillian handed Ambrose a wet wipe. As he wiped his face, he saw her reaching for the food container and said, "I'm not hungry. I can eat later. I need to call Jackson first."
They hadn't updated Jackson on the situation yet.
Lillian replied, "No need. He heard everything."
She pulled out her phone and showed it to Ambrose. The screen was still on a call with Jackson, indicating he had heard everything Ambrose had said.
"I heard it all. Good job," Jackson's voice came through the phone.
After a moment of contemplation, Jackson added, "Jagger's mom, Haven, changed her name to Anais and used that fake identity to work for the Price family. She was the one who took Logan. Did you ask Jagger if he knows how they created these fake identities?"
Ambrose paused, realizing the importance of this lead.
If they had used a specific channel to create these fake identities, they could use it to find out Gemma's current identity, making it much easier to locate her.
Ambrose tossed the wet wipe into the car's trash bin and looked at Lillian. "I need to go back to the station."
During the interrogation, they had asked Jagger if he knew Gemma and his parents' current identities, but he claimed he didn't. Gemma had told him the less he knew, the safer he would be.
They had overlooked the possibility of tracing the fake identity channel.
The car turned back to the police station, and Ambrose hurriedly got out and walked back inside.
Jackson's calm voice came through the phone again. "Are you tired?"
Lillian brought the phone to her ear and instinctively shook her head, then remembered Jackson couldn't see her. "No, I'm not tired. I haven't done anything to be tired. It's you guys who are exhausted."
Her voice was slightly hoarse, and despite her attempt to sound lighthearted, the fatigue in her tone made Jackson's heart ache.
He knew she probably hadn't slept in days, worried about Taylor.
If they didn't find Taylor soon, Jackson feared Lillian's health would deteriorate.
Jackson's voice softened even more. "I'm a bit tired."
Lillian was taken aback and quickly asked, "Where are you now?"
"I checked two more areas last night. I'm on my way back to the Kelly Manor. Will you sleep with me for a bit?"
Jackson's voice was hoarse and weary, making Lillian's heart ache. How could she refuse?
"Close your eyes and rest. I'll hang up," she said quickly.
"Don't hang up. I need you with me, or I can't sleep."
Lillian was speechless.
She could hear a hint of pleading in his voice. If she didn't know it was Jackson on the other end, she might have thought it was Taylor two years from now.
Despite the situation, Lillian couldn't help but smile, her tension easing.
"Okay, I won't hang up. I'm here. You sleep," she said.
Jackson replied, "Lie down and close your eyes."
Lillian sighed but complied, hearing the rustling sounds of Jackson lying down. She lay down and closed her eyes. "Okay."
Jackson acknowledged and then said, "Sing me a lullaby. My head hurts, and I can't sleep."
His voice was even more hoarse and slurred, full of exhaustion. Lillian couldn't resist and began to hum a lullaby.
As she hummed, she thought that once Taylor was back, she would sing to him every night, tell him stories, and make up for all the lost time and love.
With these thoughts, she drifted off to sleep.
The phone slipped from her hand and fell onto the car's soft floor mat with a faint sound. Jackson heard it and smiled softly.
"Sweet dreams," Jackson said before hanging up the phone.
Jackson was indeed in the car, but he sat upright. Despite the red veins in his eyes, his handsome face showed little sign of fatigue. Instead, he looked as composed and imposing as ever.
"Drive faster," he ordered in a low voice.
Harry didn't say a word and increased the speed.
Ten minutes later, the car stopped outside the Price Mansion, followed by a string of police cars with sirens blaring.
Curious onlookers from the neighborhood gathered to see what was happening at the Price Mansion.
As Jackson got out of the car and walked towards the mansion, Star, wrapped in a cashmere shawl, came running out.
Seeing Jackson's cold demeanor and the entourage of bodyguards and police, Star was visibly shocked and confused.
"Jackson, what are you doing here? My father fell ill after learning Logan was missing. He just fell asleep this morning. Can we discuss this later without disturbing his rest?"
Jackson ignored Star and walked past her.
Star, growing anxious, reached out to grab Jackson's sleeve.
"Jackson, what are you doing?"
Before she could touch him, Harry intercepted her, giving her a half-smile.
"Ms. Price, it's strange that your family hasn't been out searching for the missing child."
Star frowned, looking worried.
"How can you say that? My father and I personally went to the Peace Mansion and the Frane Mansion yesterday to look for Logan, but you avoided us. Did you bring Logan back?"
After leaving the Price Mansion without Logan, the Price family had indeed gone to the Peace Mansion and then to Lyra's place, but no one saw them. They returned home without searching further.
Harry scrutinized Star, unable to tell if she knew that Logan wasn't a Price, but Lillian and Jackson's son, Taylor.
He chuckled and walked inside, leaving Star behind.
The lead detective, who had followed, addressed the bewildered Star.
"Ms. Price, we suspect you and your father are involved in a kidnapping case. Please cooperate and come with us to the station for questioning."
Two officers stepped forward, firmly holding Star by the arms. Though they didn't handcuff her, they restrained her on either side.
Star struggled, her shawl falling to the ground. She was still in her nightgown, which was thin and revealing.
As she struggled, her body was exposed, making her look quite disheveled. The officers averted their eyes in embarrassment but still escorted her to the police car.
Inside the Price Mansion, Dominic had heard the commotion and came downstairs.
Seeing Jackson standing tall in the living room, Dominic's face darkened.
"Jackson, how dare you come here! I trusted you and handed Logan over to you. Where is he? You avoided us and didn't answer our calls. What are you up to? Logan is my only grandson. If anything happens to him, the Price family won't let this go!"
Jackson looked at the furious Dominic with a cold, mocking expression.
"Is Logan your grandson?"
Dominic was taken aback, his brows furrowing tightly.
"What do you mean? Of course, Logan is my grandson. He's Henry's posthumous child. How could that be wrong?"
He then turned to the police officers who had entered and asked sternly, "Why are the police here? Jackson, did you call them? Has something happened to Logan?"
The lead detective, Zephyr, stepped forward with a serious expression.
"Yes, we have reason to believe Logan has been kidnapped. We need you to come with us for questioning."
Dominic was stunned, his face turning pale with a mix of anger and shock.
"What do you mean? How could Logan be kidnapped? I handed him over to Jackson myself. If he's missing, why aren't you arresting Jackson? Why are you questioning me? If you don't find my grandson, the Price family won't let this go!"
Zephyr showed Dominic a photo.
"Mr. Price, please calm down. Do you recognize this woman?"
The photo showed a woman in a dark red cardigan with her hair in a bun, smiling broadly.
Dominic glanced at it and said, "That's our maid, Anais. What about her? Is she involved in Logan's disappearance?"
Zephyr asked, "Where is she now?"
Dominic was puzzled. "How would I know? I don't keep track of the maids."
He signaled the butler to step forward and asked, "Where is Anais?"
The butler replied, "Anais took a leave of absence two days ago, saying her mother-in-law broke her leg. She hasn't returned yet."
Dominic looked back at Zephyr, who said, "Our investigation shows that Anais, under your orders, picked up Logan and then disappeared."
Dominic was shocked. "That's impossible! I didn't know anything about this, and I didn't tell her to pick up Logan. You heard the butler; she took a leave of absence. Why would she do this? Does she have a grudge against the Price family? What's her motive for kidnapping Logan? I haven't received any ransom demands."
Dominic's expression was a mix of confusion and urgency.
Jackson stood by, his gaze fixed on Dominic. Despite Dominic's flawless performance, Jackson didn't believe for a second that Dominic was completely in the dark.
He sneered and said, "Dominic, Logan was diagnosed with a congenital heart condition before he was born. Has he had regular check-ups in the past six months?"
"Of course! Everyone knows Logan was born weak and stayed in the hospital until he was a month old. But maybe the heavens took pity on our thin family line. Logan has had some minor illnesses, but has grown up safely. Why are you bringing this up? Are you worried his heart condition might act up if he's kidnapped? Yes, that's possible. So why are you wasting time here? Go find Logan!"
Dominic urged the police, but Jackson interrupted his act again.
"Dominic, Logan isn't the child of the Price family, and you know it!"
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