Chapter 925 The Mastermind is Austin
Charles finally snagged a flight back to the capital for the next day.
After crashing at the hotel for the night, he had a flight at ten the next morning.
Once back in the capital, Hannah was all over it, taking Charles straight to the hospital for a follow-up. They picked the top-notch rehab hospital, and every morning at eight, they’d hit it up for his therapy.
Charles was super chill about it and bounced back way quicker than anyone thought.
After rehab, Hannah would drop Charles at the company and then grab a cab to school for her classes.
They were all lovey-dovey, like a couple on their honeymoon.
Wherever they went, they were all over each other. Charles would sneak in kisses whenever he could. At first, Hannah would get all red, but she got used to it pretty quick.
They were totally wrapped up in their own little world.
Nothing outside seemed to touch them.
Stella was whining at first that Hannah was ignoring her and ditching her since she hooked up with Charles. Eventually, she just gave up complaining.
Since Stella couldn’t hang with them, she started chilling with Randy.
Days flew by.
Before they knew it, it was already fall.
Charles’s rehab sessions started to drop, from five to four, then three, and now just two.
He could walk fine without crutches now.
But running and jumping were still off the table.
Everything was looking up.
With more free time, Charles finally got around to digging into his car accident.
Wyatt handed over all the dirt he’d dug up.
As Charles went through the info, Wyatt broke it down, "So, this thing’s almost wrapped up! Trevor, the guy who tried to pull your plug, spilled everything! It was Michael, the ex-president of Summit Innovations Group, who put him up to it! Michael’s already offed himself out of guilt!"
Charles flipped to a page with photos.
His long fingers pulled out a few pics from the stack.
One was of Michael.
One was of Trevor caught in the hospital room.
Another was of a dude in a baseball cap and mask in front of his car.
And there was a pic of Michael hanging himself.
Charles pulled out the parking lot photo and asked, "Who’s this?"
Wyatt glanced at it and said, "That’s the guy who messed with your brake pads. We got it from the mall’s security footage! Since he was all covered up, we haven’t nabbed him yet. But we think Michael hired him too! Now that Michael’s dead, there’s probably no one else paying him to come after you!"
Charles stared at the photo, looking for any clues but found nothing.
"Is the video still around?" Charles asked.
Wyatt nodded. "Yeah, it’s all saved!"
Charles said, "Send me the video. Maybe I can track him down."
Wyatt didn’t ask any more questions. He went back to his office, fired up his computer, pulled the mall footage, and sent it to Charles.
Charles grabbed the clearest frame from the video and started analyzing the guy’s height, build, ear shape, and any other features.
Even though it was a slow process, it was the best shot at finding this guy.
Even with the mastermind caught, he couldn’t let the dude who messed with his brakes get away.
He had to find him and make sure he paid for it.
Charles set the computer to work on its own.
He then opened another computer to start tackling business stuff.
The backlog was huge and took forever. Once he got into it, he worked non-stop, forgetting everything else.
It wasn’t until the computer beeped with results that he looked up from his work and went back to the other computer.
The computer spat out a bunch of info, and a person’s details popped up.
[Name: Jack Gray.]
[Age: 35.]
[Occupation: Unemployed.]
[Criminal Record: Previously did a year for theft.]
Charles kept reading.
The info was super detailed.
It even had his blood type, his ex-wife’s name, and his kid’s name.
At the top of the info sheet, there was a small photo of Jack.
In the pic, he had a buzz cut, big round eyes, and thick eyebrows, giving off a vibe that he was a tough nut to crack.
Charles's long fingers tapped away on the computer, and soon a full-body photo of the guy popped up.
Charles zoomed in on the parking lot photo to the clearest level and compared it with the full-body shot.
In terms of body shape and height, they were almost a match. But what sealed the deal was the tiny black mole at the bottom of the right earlobe.
Charles used some software to compare the size and position, finally confirming that the dude who messed with his brake pads was this 35-year-old guy named Jack.
Charles found Jack's social security number and used it to track down his bank account. He then discreetly accessed the bank's backend system and printed out his transaction records for the past three months.
Charles quickly skimmed through the transactions.
He didn’t see any payments from Michael.
Of course, if it was that easy, Martin would’ve already nailed him, and Charles wouldn’t have to do it himself.
Charles propped his left hand under his chin, his eyes glued to Jack's info on the laptop, while his right hand's fingers drummed on the desk.
After a moment, he dialed Wyatt. "The guy who messed with my brake pads is Jack. I'll send you his address in a bit. When you nab him, bring the cops. I'll send you the evidence to your phone shortly. Make sure the cops grill him and find out who hired him."
Wyatt seemed to have expected this and wasn’t surprised. What did catch him off guard was something else. "Mr. Watson, do you think Michael wasn’t the one who hired them to kill you?"
Charles replied in a serious tone, "Something just doesn’t add up, but I can’t put my finger on it. Just in case, make sure they interrogate him thoroughly. If his employer is Michael, then I was wrong."
Even though it made sense that Michael, with his schizophrenia, would hire someone to kill Charles, something still felt off to Charles, but he couldn’t say what.
Since there were doubts, they needed to be cleared up.
If it turned out he was overthinking, at least he could have some peace of mind.
"I got it. I’ll get on it right away!" Wyatt said, ending the call and heading straight to the police station with Jack's evidence.
Since the incident happened two months ago and everyone thought it was a done deal, Jack had let his guard down. Wyatt and the cops didn’t have to try too hard and nabbed him right in his basement apartment.
Jack didn’t even have time to react and was busted by the cops just like that.
Charles was having dinner with Hannah when he saw Wyatt's report and happily put his phone back on the table.
Noticing his good mood, Hannah asked, "What’s up? Why are you so happy?"
Charles replied, "The guy who messed with my brake pads got caught. Wyatt just filled me in!"
Hannah’s eyes widened. "They caught him? That’s awesome! We looked for so long and couldn’t find him. Now he’s finally been found!"
Charles ruffled her hair. "Yep! So, my dear Hannah, are you heading back to the dorm tonight, or coming to my place? I can take you back to school tomorrow!"
Hannah gave him a look. "I’m going back to school!"
Charles immediately put on a sad face. "But I’m all alone, and my legs aren’t fully healed. What if I fall?"
Hannah couldn’t stand him acting like this; she could hardly believe he was the same guy she first met.
Hannah sighed, "Alright, I’ll go. You always use this to act all pitiful."
Charles grinned. "I knew you cared about me the most!"
Hannah shivered playfully. "You’re giving me goosebumps."
Charles didn’t care; as long as he could get Hannah to come home with him, it was all good.
After dinner, as they were about to head home, Charles's phone rang again.
It was Wyatt.
He answered and put the phone to his ear. Whatever Wyatt said made his face change instantly. "What did you say? Say it again."
Wyatt repeated, "Jack confessed quickly! Following the leads he gave us, we found out the person who hired him to kill you was Austin."
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