Chapter 176

Tristan walked into the study, pulled out a yellowing file folder from the cabinet, and sank into the leather chair. He'd flipped through this confidential file countless times. There weren't many clues left from the Richmond family massacre—it had been too clean. As he stared at the autopsy reports and the grisly crime scene photos, something suddenly clicked in his mind. Maddox Rowland had once mentioned that the man in the mask had a red mole on his wrist. He quickly found the photo of the baby's corpse. No red mole on the wrist. Which meant... Did Karl really belong to the Richmond family? Or was that baby just a decoy? All he needed was someone solid who knew what the real Porter Richmond looked like. He grabbed his phone and called Ryan Mitchell. "How many cops were suspended for the Richmond case back then?" Ryan was clearly puzzled. "Mr. Reid, why are you getting involved with this now?" Tristan let out a short laugh. "Because at least when I dig, I don't sneak around. It's bee