Chapter 385

That case was odd from the start. Once the police realized something was off, they looked into both the victim and the truck driver. But the victim? Just a regular guy at a 4S shop, hardworking and laid-back—who would have it out for him? As for the driver, he was squeaky clean too. Didn't drink, smoke, gamble, or mess around. No debts, family life all good—zero motive from where they stood. Plus, the driver insisted it was a case of fatigue—he zoned out, made a wrong turn, and was ready to take full responsibility. So the cops had no choice but to treat it like a traffic accident. But after hearing what Oliver said, everything clicked. The person who got hurt wasn't the real target. The second that realization hit, Oliver and Felix locked eyes—something unspoken passed in that brief exchange. They didn't waste time explaining. Even the elder still lying in the hospital bed didn't try stopping them, just tossed out a "pick me up tomorrow," and let them go. When they rushed to the polic