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Malcolm looked collected as if he was sure to win.

He glanced at Chad, who was taking notes next to him, and instructed him to record every word as much as possible.

Chad nodded.

Tom began to explain, "Mr. Shane did imprison Mrs. Callahan and Miss Melissa. He purchased a batch of drugs on Dark Net.

You have two. But | do not know the specific nof the drugs and the way of operation. | only know that Mr. Shane initially imprisoned Mrs. Callahan and administered the drugs to her in order to get the power of Callahan family ." "Because of the full support of the Combs" Group, Mr. Shane could snatch the power from the hands of his brothers. Mr. Shane has said since his father brought back Mr. Anthony and asked to have Mr. Anthony's nin the family tree, Mrs. Callahan had smental problems. So he gave her sdrugs. It would not be discovered by anyone ..." Chad snorted lightly as he felt angry about what he said.

"He did hide it quite well. Since he got the power, it had not been noticed for so many years. If not because he is getting more and more unrestrained, he dares to do the strick to Melissa. | am afraid that the secret of the penthouse of Callahan Residence will not be revealed until now." Malcolm was sullen and tapped the table lightly. His tone was cold, "Go on. About Mrs. Callahan's death, what's going on?" Tom sighed in regret, "I really don't know about this. The day after the party, Mr. Shane just instructedto bring people to destroy all suspicious things on the top floor. Mrs. Callahan really died unexpectedly in the late night." Malcolm pondered, straightened the cuffs of his uniform and looked to Chad, "Continue to listen. All times and places he mentions must be as detailed and accurate as possible. The transcript should be complete. Later to put together the testimony of all people and hand it to my table." "Yes." After Chad answered, he got up, left the suspect room and called Ted in.

"Search Callahan Residence again, especially focus on Shane's bedroom and the study. Nothing suspicious should be left untouched.” Ted had just left the room when Malcolm's cell phone rang, with the caller ID of [Dear].

After seeing the ID, he barely hesitated and immediately answered the phone.

"What happen?” Lyra, on the other side of the phone, said with joy, "Honey, we got the Melissa's mental identification. There are obvious signs of being hypnotized. | compile them with the appraiser's results. Now I'm at the door of the bureau." Malcolm was slightly startled, "You cover to deliver the documents yourself?" "Well, but it seems | can't just enter such an important place, right?" Malcolm immediately went downstairs and jogged over to the door, "Stay where you are. I'll be right out to get you." He ran while sniffing his sleeves to check if there was any obvious smell of smoke.

When he cto the door, the familiar slim figure was pacing back and forth.

He stepped forward, quickly walked over and carried up his petite wife.

"You were so tired last night. Why don't you sleep more? And personally cover to run errands to deliver the evidence." Lyra: "Keith is in the lab accompanying with Melissa. I'm redundant to stay there anyway, so | stop by to help him send over the evidence for you." Malcolm casually glanced at it, pursed his lips and smiled, "Very good, plus the evidence in my hands, Shane will be convicted from imprisoning and illegal hypnosis.” Lyra cupped his face with her hands, kissed on his lips sweetly, and praised him, "You're so good." Malcolm furrowed his eyebrows, and was not quite satisfied.

"Just so good?" Lyra raised her eyebrows, "What? If | compliment you more, I'm afraid you'll be haughty.” Malcolm grunted and whispered to her, "It seems you're not completely satisfied with me, so | will go back tonight and promise to serve you well. Then you can see how great your husband." She laughed and her eyes looked bright and pretty.

Malcolm: "It's almost noon. It's your first tto be here. I'll show you around my office and you can try the food cooked by the chef." Lyra nodded and let him hold her hand.

The two went in so intimately that Malcolm went around to the back door where there was less crowded, taking advantage of the lunch break to spend their talone.

In the afternoon, Ted, who had gone to the Callahan Residence to conduct a thorough investigation, returned.

This time, he was in Shane's office and made a new discovery.

Malcolm was going through all the evidence sheets that Chad had arranged when Ted placed a small stuff that was wrapped in candy paper, on Malcolm's table.

"Mr. Malcolm, no suspicious circumstances related to the case of Mrs. Callahan's accidental death were found at the Callahan Residence. However, | have discovered another significant matter." Malcolm put down what he was holding and took the small piece of candy paper he handed over to examine.

He opened it. Inside was a piece of transparent stuff like a rock candy.

When he saw this stuff clearly, Malcolm raged.

"No wonder his temperament has changed so much. He is always in emotional ups and downs. He's actually on drugs!" Ted's expression was also serious, and the atmosphere in the entire office was grim, which was horribly appalling.

Half an hour later, Malcolm went alone to the secret interrogation room on the outskirts of the city.

He looked cold and hostile, and skipped straight past the single room where Anthony was locked up and headed inside.

Squeak- The big iron door was opened.

Shane, whose hands were separately tied to wooden frames, slowly raised his eyes and looked at the man walking towards him with a smile.

"From your stance, it looks like you cto denouncepublicly for my crimes. You have found out the truth." He was tied to the wooden frames a quarter of an hour before Malcolm would be coming over.

It was clear that Malcolm would not only let him go back to deal with the funeral, but also interrogate him personally.

Without a word, Malcolm stepped forward and leaned in, even with that aura of terror.

He raised his hand and punched Shane in the left side of his face. Malcolm hit him so hard that the corner of Shane's mouth quickly swelled up.

"You actually do drugs. Say it! When did it start?" Under the circumstances, Shane laughed indifferently and recalled seriously, "Seems to ... when | was promoted to deputy director.” "At that time, you treatharshly. No matter how hard | completed the anti-drug task, | can not get a word of praise from you.

But if | didn't do well, | was disciplined. Sometimes, | felt so stressful and thought it unfair so | did not hold back and tried a little." "Drug is really scary. Just a little bit of it, | can't put it down anymore.” The more Malcolm listened, the more furious he became. He slammed the copies of the evidence Chad had compiled into Shane's face.

"Look how many crimes you have done. As the deputy director, don't you have a bad conscience?" Shane looked at the paper scattered messily on the ground and smiled indifferently, "I have done it. Conscience is worth nothing.

| regret it, but what's the use? You can't let go." Malcolm certainly didn't let him go off.

In particular, Shane deliberately broke the law, and that was enough to make him was sentence severely.

He grabbed Shane's collar and asked in a cold and sullen voice, "Did you deliberately kill Caitlin Combs in order to frAnthony?" This charge was the most serious one.

It determined whether he would have a life sentence or a death sentence in the future.

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