Chapter 57 Seeing Him Masturbating While Listening to the Sound of Your Wife

"Actually, I don't know Isaac much. We all followed Mr. King's orders, and it seems like Mr. King doesn't trust him very much. He even told us to keep an eye on him." Linda said, then she sniffed, looking at George. "He seems to know a lot about your department, and the info you gave us came from him. He also set up the whole layout."
George raised an eyebrow, "Mr. King?"
"Mr. King is an antique dealer, pretty famous around here, knows a ton of people, and he's a big shot at Prestige Enclave Real Estate Development Group. I used to be a sales manager for a new property in Prestige Enclave, but then..."
Prestige Enclave? George raised his hand, cutting her off, "Prestige Enclave Real Estate?"
"Yeah!" Linda nodded like crazy.
George instantly remembered the donation letter Patrick had given to the mayor of Suburban Village, which mentioned Prestige Enclave, but it was Prestige Enclave Charity Support Center... He put his hand down and tapped his fingers on the table before nodding at Linda, "Go on."
"At first, I only knew Assistant Lee, and then Lee hit me up, saying if I did something and it worked out, I'd be set for life..."
Half an hour later, George walked out of the interrogation room. Just as he thought, Linda was a small fry and didn't know much.
Luckily, she dropped a hint about Mr. King. As for Isaac, who popped up out of nowhere, she knew zilch about him, but she also said, "Even though I don't know him well, I got the vibe he's super into your wife, Ellie. Every time I went to see him, he'd be glued to the surveillance footage. One time I went to find him, I even saw he was consoling himself while listening to your wife's moans on the surveillance footage..."
Thinking about what Linda said, George couldn't help but grip the laptop in his hand tighter. He knew exactly what Isaac had been listening to. The anger bubbling inside him was hard to keep down. George's lips pressed into a thin line, and the intense vibe he gave off made the two deputy captains, who were about to ask if they should keep interrogating, stay silent.

They had no choice. Orders from above were clear that cooperate fully with George and don't ask questions.

George didn't stop at any other interrogation rooms; he headed straight out. The other two suspects were small fish, knowing even less than Linda, and weren't worth the time.

He walked to the end of the hallway before finally stopping and turning to the deputy captain. "Keep them locked up. I'll be back tomorrow for another round."

"Got it, understood."

"And... did Isaac's stuff get sent over?"

"Yeah, it's in the captain's office. The cigarette butt and some hair samples are already being examined."

"Good." George nodded. "Thanks for the hard work."

"No problem at all," the deputy captain quickly replied.

"I gotta head back now. I'll need your help again tomorrow."

"Not an issue. Anything else you need?"

"We're all in this together," George said.
After finishing his sentence, George turned and walked away without a goodbye. The deputy captain just stood there, watching George, laptop and file bag in hand, disappear around the corner. He let out a long sigh of relief.

George got into his car after leaving the Criminal Investigation Division, but instead of calling the Director, he dialed Patrick's number. He didn't want to wait until tomorrow to confirm and organize the information before reporting to the Director. He needed to know now if Patrick knew Mr. King and why he used the name Prestige Enclave back then.

Patrick, already knocked out from a long day, was a bit annoyed when the phone woke him up. But seeing it was George calling, he thought maybe this rookie, who'd been married for six years, wanted some late-night advice about sex. He suddenly got interested.

"Captain Stone, calling me this late, what's up? Need some tips?" Patrick joked.

"Do you know Mr. King, the real estate shareholder of Prestige Enclave?" George asked, straight to the point.

"Old King?" Patrick's tone shifted, realizing something was off. He sat up straight. "Yeah, I know him. What's going on?"

"Do you know him well?"

"Not super well, but he's got a good rep in our circle. Most folks know him."

"Does he know you went to the suburbs?"

Patrick's heart skipped a beat, and he furrowed his brows. "I went to the suburbs to talk about a collaboration, but he retired years ago and didn't want to get back into the game. Plus, he was seriously ill and didn't want to do anything shady. That's why I ended up contacting Old Bear instead."
George pieced it all together after hearing Patrick's explanation.
The seriously ill Mr. King actually wanted the secret formula for the burial of Tutankhamun, but he was hesitant because he feared his body couldn't handle it. So, he wanted to use others to get it. As long as Patrick could retrieve the items for him, whether through collection or theft, it wouldn't be him desecrating the Pharaoh's Tomb.

However, George also had a mission to go after Patrick for finding Pharaoh's tomb, and Mr. King lost his chance. Isaac must have shown up around that time and found Mr. King. Mr. King's target was the burial items of Tutankhamun, and Isaac, being the most dangerous, targeted Patrick.

"Is something wrong?" Patrick asked, worried, when George stayed silent for a while.

"Yeah, something's up, but don't worry, your trust assessment with me hasn't changed."

"What the heck? Is that what I'm asking you?" The noise woke up Oscar on the opposite bed, and he sat up, looking groggy.

George sighed softly. "There's also a bit of my personal stuff mixed in here. It's not convenient to discuss it right now. I need some time to sort it out. I'll need your help with the Egyptian pyramid situation."

With that, George hung up. Patrick's heart skipped a beat. He felt that George wasn't being entirely honest with him. Uneasiness washed over him as his mind went into overdrive, trying to figure out what had gone wrong.