Chapter 895 Found the Mastermind
Trevor was in so much pain he could barely catch his breath, like any little move might knock him out cold.
His face was slick with sweat, and his voice was just a whisper, "I don't know."
Martin squinted, thinking Trevor was messing with him again. He waved his hand, telling the bodyguard to keep going.
Trevor was so freaked out he stopped breathing, scared they'd get the wrong idea. He blurted out, "I'm telling the truth. I don't know his name. But we all trade online. I can give you the bank account we used. You can trace the payments and find out who it is."
Martin's frown eased up. Trevor had a point.
With the bank info, they could track down the guy through the transactions. All the payments are under real names, so finding the dude would be a piece of cake.
Martin asked, "Your bank account?"
Trevor, gritting his teeth from the pain, slowly rattled off the bank account number to Martin, one digit at a time.
Martin had a memory like a steel trap; he only needed to hear it once, "The brake pads on Charles's car in the parking lot, did you mess with them?"
Trevor shook his head, "No! It wasn't me!"
"You're lying. If it wasn't you, then who?" The bodyguard kicked him hard, making Trevor break out in a cold sweat from the pain.
Trevor, biting down on his molars, said with difficulty, "It really wasn't me. If it were, I'd have admitted it!"
When the bodyguard was about to kick him again, Martin stopped him, "It wasn't him!"
The bodyguard, red-faced and pissed, said, "How could it not be him? He just doesn't want to admit it."
Martin said, "The body type is different, and he's already been tortured like this. If it were him, he wouldn't deny it."
The bodyguard thought it over and realized Martin was right.
Trevor's been through hell; if it were him, he'd have fessed up by now.
Guess it really wasn't him.
Having asked all he wanted, Martin didn't stick around. He slowly stood up, straightened his clothes, and coldly said one last thing before leaving, "Keep an eye on him. Don't let him escape."
With that, the door closed with a thud, and the basement door was shut.
In the dark, damp basement, only a dim yellow light was on. The smell of mold mixed with the strong scent of blood, hitting everyone's senses hard.
It was gross.
After leaving the basement, Martin found Maximilian and reported the account number Trevor had given him.
Since they were in Country D, they needed Maximilian to check the remittance info.
Hearing how quickly Martin got the account number, Maximilian couldn't help but give him a thumbs up, "Impressive. You're the fastest interrogator I've ever seen."
And also the most ruthless. But he kept that last part to himself, only thinking it.
Still, he wasn't scared; he genuinely admired Martin.
If it were him, he probably wouldn't have gotten any info even after seven days and nights of grilling.
So, in special times, you gotta do what you gotta do.
Martin patted his shoulder, "Please, check it ASAP! Since this guy dared to target Charles multiple times, I gotta catch him. Otherwise, Charles will always be in danger."
Maximilian gave him an OK gesture, "Leave it to me. I'll get it done right away."
With that, he pulled out his phone and called his assistant, telling him to find all recent transaction records for that account.
Once they got the transaction records, they'd filter them by amounts. After that, they'd pull up the other party's info.
No way, with today's tech, they wouldn't catch this guy.
After setting everything up, Maximilian noticed Martin's tired face, dark circles and all, and said, "Dude, you need to crash! It's almost dawn. I'll hit you up as soon as we get something."
Martin hadn't had a decent night's sleep in forever, all because he was hell-bent on catching the culprit.
Since leaving the police station that day, they'd been setting traps to catch the perp.
Martin figured that since someone messed with Charles's brake pads, they wanted him dead. So, they spread the word that Charles was waking up or getting better, hoping to bait the guy into making a move again.
They rigged Charles's hospital room with cameras and spread the news.
During the days they waited for Trevor, no one got any decent sleep.
Luckily, Trevor finally showed up today. They nabbed him just in time.
To pull off this plan and catch the bad guy, Martin had been running on fumes, only catching a few winks when he was totally wiped out.
Since Charles's accident, Martin's exhaustion was written all over his face.
Martin knew if he didn't get some rest, he wouldn't have the energy to nail the guy for Charles. So, he didn't argue and nodded, "Alright, I'll go crash. Let me know the second you hear anything."
Maximilian said, "Got it! I'm gonna catch some Z's too. Haven't had a good rest in days, and I'm beat."
"Cool," Martin nodded and headed out.
Maximilian quickly washed up and hit the sack.
If it were daytime, the tasks Maximilian had assigned would've been done in no time, but since it was nighttime, it took a bit.
At dawn, the results finally came in.
Maximilian rushed the results over to Martin.
Martin was tossing and turning, half-awake, half-asleep. When he heard the knock, he jumped out of bed to open the door.
Seeing it was Maximilian, he perked up, "Did you find it?"
Maximilian nodded like crazy, "Yeah, we got it!"
He handed his phone to Martin, showing the info his assistant had just sent.
Martin grabbed the phone, and as he read the info, his face darkened.
Maximilian said, "Freshen up. I've got a car ready and called for backup. We're going together! If this guy messed with my nephew, he's gonna pay."
Martin's grip on the phone tightened like he wanted to crush it, "Alright! Give me two minutes; I'll be down in a flash." His voice was full of grit.
"Cool," Maximilian handed the phone back to Martin.
Maximilian was about to leave but then turned back and asked, "You gonna tell Patricia about this?"
With all the recent drama and not wanting to freak out Patricia and Carol, they'd been staying separately.
Carol and Patricia were in the east wing, while he and Martin were in the west wing. So, Patricia and Carol were out of the loop.
Martin shook his head, "Not yet. We'll tell her once we catch the guy."
Maximilian got it and didn't push, turning to leave.
Martin quickly freshened up and then, with Maximilian, drove with a squad of bodyguards to the residence of the guy behind it all.
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