chapter251

Allen, any news? Did that girl finally confess?"

Miranda couldn't stand the hospital. The place was too white, too cold, and the smell of disinfectant got on her nerves.

Her daughter, Louise, was even worse off. She lay in the hospital bed, complaining about how much her whole body hurt and how she just wanted to go home. Pretending to be sick was exhausting. Because her back was supposed to be injured, she couldn't even get out of bed without risking gossip.

If Louise had to stay in this place any longer, she'd probably end up actually getting sick.

Miranda picked up her phone and called her brother again. If Lydia just confessed, all of this could be over. No more pretending. No more hospital.

Allen checked the time. It had been almost forty minutes since Corbyn last updated him. With Corbyn's skills, dealing with a young girl should have been easy. This should have been finished by now.

Corbyn hasn't called me yet, but it's probably handled. I'll call and check in, Allen said.

Miranda sighed. "Please do. Louise is miserable here. She just wants to go home." Got it, I'll find out what's happening."

Allen ended the call and dialed Corbyn's number. No answer. He tried again. Still nothing.

He frowned, thinking Corbyn must be in the middle of the interrogation and couldn't pick up. He decided to wait and try again in a few minutes, but then Corbyn called him back.

Allen relaxed a little, convinced the matter had been settled.

"Corbyn, how did it go?" he asked as soon as he picked up.

Corbyn hesitated. "Deputy Chief, this girl is really stubborn. No matter what I do, she won't confess."

Allen's eyes widened. He let out a cold laugh. "So the kid's tougher than we thought? You used every trick and she still didn't crack?"

That's right. She keeps asking to see you. Deputy Chief, where are you? When can you get back here? I really don't know what else to do," Corbyn said, his voice strained.

"I'm..." Allen started to reply, but caught himself. "I'm out handling another case. I won't be back soon. Use whatever you need to get it done She's just a kid I don't believ she can hold out forever."

Corbyn still sounded uncertain. "Deputy Chief, maybe we should just let it go. It's not that serious. She's already been through a lot. Miss Stein should be satisfied by now, right? If we keep pushing m worried something bad cou happen."

"Let it go? If she's already been

through all that and still refuses to

confess then we have even

reason to fet her walk.

If she di

to be it. She can die in there,"

Allen said coldly.

Anyone who messed with the Reeves family had to deal with the consequences.

"Then... Deputy Chief, maybe we should wait until you're back to continue. I can't get anywhere with her," Corbyn suggested.

Allen was furious. He had sent two teams to deal with one girl, and they were both useless.

"She's already been tortured, right? Then hold her down and make her sign the papers. Do I really need to teach you something so simple, Corbyn?"

Corbyn got the message. "Yes, Deputy Chief. I'll do it."

"Just get it done. I'm busy."

"Yes, sir."

Allen had no idea what was really happening. Corbyn was surrounded by people, and Lydia was right there among them.

While Corbyn was on the phone, Lydia's fingers flew over the keyboard. As soon as he hung up, she looked up and said, "He's at the Neon Club on Kingsway."