Almost the entire police station put aside their current tasks and threw themselves into this serious murder case.
Despite deploying such a large police force, they were at their wits' end, and Brigadier Narls was still in a coma, so it was impossible to get clues from the victim!...
Liam Yancey got up and poured himself a glass of whiskey from the liquor cabinet. The high-proof liquor relaxed his nerves slightly after he drank it.
He took a step toward the window, and as soon as he stood still, he saw a shadow fleeting past outside.
Liam Yancey narrowed his eyes abruptly, placed the glass on the cabinet beside him, and opened the French window to go out.
Approaching December, the night's temperature was chilly, and Liam Yancey was only wearing a thin white shirt. The cold moonlight shone on him, making him appear even paler.
