"He won't get away!" Dean smiled confidently. The murderer's methods didn't seem special, but the entire process was bound to arouse intense curiosity in anyone who came into contact with it.
Because this might be the work of a signature serial killer, Dean didn't waste any more time on the victim, Johnny Dennison, and immediately took Carlo and Daisy back to the precinct.
By the time Dean returned to the office, Harry was still stationed in front of a printer, receiving a massive number of files transmitted from New York.
Upon seeing Dean, Harry theatrically slid to one knee on the tiled floor, coming to a stop before Dean and hugging his thigh. "Boss Dean, I only realized today that you are like a lighthouse in the fog, guiding this lost lamb—me—towards the most righteous path in life! A true prophet!"
Daisy chuckled from the side. "Wow, Harry, are you finally unable to hold back? Planning to propose to Dean?"
