Chapter 469 Important Clue
Edward's seizures were getting worse. His eyes rolled back as he collapsed, and I held his head to keep him from getting hurt. The doctor rushed in with an emergency kit, and by then, Edward's body was already convulsing.
"Hold him down!"
The doctor shouted as he ripped open the sedative packaging. With the help of two nurses, we managed to restrain Edward's spasming body, watching the silver needle precisely pierce his bulging vein.
As the medication slowly took effect, Edward's tense muscles gradually relaxed, and his violently heaving chest began to calm.
Suddenly, the intercom crackled with static, followed by an excited voice. "Report! The task force found the servant and child 900 feet from the hospital's back entrance. Both are safe!"
I slumped onto the bed, watching the heart monitor return to a steady rhythm, tears uncontrollably falling onto Edward's cold hand.
Finally, I heard his tearful whisper. "Thank God, thank God."
After confirming the task force's departure, Daryl quickly returned to the room. The metal door clicked softly as he pulled a folding chair to the bedside, the hem of his police uniform rustling slightly. His gaze swept over the sedative ampoule on the nightstand and the fading needle marks on Edward's arm. His Adam's apple moved involuntarily, and his hand holding the pen hovered in mid-air, seemingly choosing his words carefully. The distant sound of ambulance sirens broke the brief silence.
"Let's talk about the warehouse fight."
Daryl finally opened his leather notebook, the pen tip hovering above the blank page.
"According to the current records, you were lured to the crime scene by men in black after attending the charity gala. But several key timestamps and physical evidence don't match up."
Edward's fingers unconsciously rubbed the IV connector, and I could feel the tension in his arm muscles. Daryl suddenly shifted his gaze to the old scar on Edward's wrist. "How did those men in black lure you to the abandoned warehouse? Did you notice any surveillance or other suspicious activity along the way?"
Edward's Adam's apple bobbed.
"We were dealing with those men in black the whole time, didn't notice anything else." His voice was hoarse, the end still trembling slightly from the sedative's effects. Daryl glanced at the heart monitor's numbers, deliberately slowing his tone, the pen tip tapping lightly on the paper, as if soothing a frightened prey.
Daryl's sharp eyes fixed on Edward, seemingly assessing the truthfulness of his words.
"Mr. Howard, I need you to recall carefully. Any detail could be crucial to solving the case. As far as we know, you met Anne at the warehouse. Her relationship with Nicholas is quite complex, with many transactions involving her. What did she say to you?"
Edward furrowed his brow, thinking for a moment before speaking, "She was imprisoned in the warehouse by Nicholas and Jeffrey. Her head was bandaged, and she had multiple injuries, even her consciousness was unclear. In her daze, she suddenly grabbed my wrist, muttering 'warehouse' '326,' and repeatedly saying 'don't let Nicholas know.' I thought she was delirious, but later I realized those strange numbers and locations might be related to their criminal activities."
Daryl immediately perked up, quickly flipping through his notebook, the pen gliding across the paper.
"What was her condition like? Besides those numbers and locations, did she mention anything else? Dates, names?"
I held Edward's cold hand tightly, his knuckles tapping the bed rail rhythmically, like he was losing control. The heart monitor's steady beeping couldn't drown out his suppressed sobs. His body curled up, neck veins bulging, convulsing under the thin hospital gown. I frantically pressed the call button, and medical staff rushed in to treat Edward again.
Daryl quickly put away his notebook, pressing Edward's trembling shoulder, his voice steady and calm, "Relax, Mr. Howard, you're safe now."
Daryl pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, gently wiping the cold sweat from Edward's forehead. With the help of the medical staff, Edward's convulsions gradually subsided, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Daryl moved his chair closer to me, the metal buttons on his uniform glinting under the light.
"Ms. Cooper, since Mr. Howard needs rest, I'd like to ask you some questions."
He opened his notebook, the pen tip hovering above the paper.
"Is there anything else about the warehouse incident that you haven't mentioned?"
I bit my lip, hesitated for a moment, then reached under Edward's pillow, my fingers touching Edward's phone, which contained a backup of what Anne had told him, "Edward recorded Anne's words with a small hidden device. He always turns on the recorder in dangerous situations, just in case. Unfortunately, the original file was destroyed by Jeffrey, but there's a backup here."
I pulled up the recording and handed it to Daryl.
At that moment, Daryl pressed the call button, speaking into the intercom, "Come to room 307 immediately, bring the evidence collection equipment."
Soon, a young officer entered the room.
Daryl handed the phone to his subordinate. "Make a complete backup of this recording, encrypt it, and send it to the tech department immediately."
I tried to recall the scene from that night. "And I remember everyone was fighting over a flash drive."
Daryl's eyes lit up instantly, asking excitedly, "What flash drive, where is it now?"
My tone sank,
"But there was an explosion at the scene, the flash drive was burned, we couldn't get the complete contents."
Daryl frowned upon hearing the flash drive was damaged, the pen thudding heavily on the paper. "Burned? Tell me exactly what happened, the flash drive might contain crucial evidence."
I took a deep breath and described the chaotic scene of Jeffrey and Anne fighting over the flash drive, the explosion, and the aftermath in detail.
He took notes quickly, occasionally asking follow-up questions. "Did they mention anything about the contents while fighting?"
Unfortunately, the situation was too chaotic for me to recall more.
When the transmission completion beep sounded, Daryl sighed in relief, a rare smile appearing on his face.
"The audio and flash drive clues are very important, we'll do our best to investigate."
The twilight outside gradually seeped into the room, tinting it in varying shades of gray.
"That's all for today, let Mr. Howard rest."
Daryl's voice was low, with professional calm.
He tore a sheet from his notebook, quickly writing down a phone number, pressing the rough edge onto the nightstand. "Rest well, both of you. If you remember any clues, call this number anytime."
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