Chapter 276: Bringing Owen Fletcher to Justice

Chapter 276: Chapter 276: Bringing Owen Fletcher to Justice

Zoe Sawyer gave a few brief instructions, then went inside with Heath Hale.

The police had their own methods for searching.

Soon enough, they found a half-burned burlap sack in the stove at Owen Fletcher’s house.

The burlap sack had been crumpled into a ball and stuffed into the stove. While half of it was burnt, the other half was still perfectly intact.

The officer who found it carefully opened the burlap sack and saw some residual traces and adhering material inside.

A flicker of excitement crossed their faces when they saw what was inside.

’They’d found it!’

Some of the marks inside the sack were a perfect match for the marks on the body!

"Let me see!" a man said, his voice laced with excitement as he hurried over.

After getting a clear look at what was inside, he pumped his fist in excitement. ’This is great!’

With this crucial piece of evidence, they could request a warrant and ask the police in the other jurisdiction to help make the arrest.

The man hurried out, ready to call Director Lennox to get a head start on the necessary paperwork.

"Officer, what’s all this...?" Old Man Lawson began, his expression panicked. The police had come to see him first thing in the morning, asking a slew of questions about Daisy Lawson.

’Did they find her?’

’Then why are they going into Owen Fletcher’s house?’

The officer fell silent as he looked at Old Man Lawson. "Weren’t you looking for clues about your daughter?" he asked.

"Yes," Old Man Lawson replied, his expression odd. ’To find that damn girl Daisy Lawson, why go into Owen Fletcher’s house? Could it be that Owen Fletcher refused to pay the bride price, so they eloped?’

Before Old Man Lawson could figure it out, the officer in front of him stated the truth in a calm voice, "Because Owen Fletcher killed her, then fled to escape justice.

We just found evidence at his house."

After hearing this, Old Man Lawson staggered back a few steps, his voice laced with disbelief. "Daisy Lawson is... really dead? Killed by Owen Fletcher?

I just wanted to marry her off to the guy next door, so if I needed anything, I could just shout and have her come help out. I never thought Owen Fletcher would actually kill her."

Old Man Lawson shook his head frantically as he spoke, as if unwilling to accept the truth.

Finally, under the scornful gazes of the onlookers, he lowered his head and scurried back to his house.

The young man who had been standing beside Old Man Lawson, playing on his phone, seemed to sense something. He looked up just in time to see his father’s dejected figure hurrying home, and to feel the contemptuous gazes of the crowd turning on him.

He simply pocketed his phone, laced his hands behind his head, and swaggered home.

’As for his dead sister?’

’What did it have to do with him? He’d be better off spending his time figuring out other ways to make money.’

Zoe Sawyer and the others turned Owen Fletcher’s house upside down but found nothing else of interest.

They had no choice but to take the burlap sack back to the station and wait for good news.

Back at the station, the burlap sack was immediately sent to the provincial forensics lab for analysis.

The results came back quickly. The traces from the burlap sack were a perfect match for the marks on the body, providing definitive confirmation.

Director Lennox acted swiftly. As soon as the suspect and evidence were confirmed, he called the police department in Owen Fletcher’s jurisdiction and requested they apprehend him.

"Let’s see this case through to the end before we head back," Zoe Sawyer said, patting her chest.

’She really wanted to see Owen Fletcher brought to justice with her own eyes. He had destroyed what was once a vibrant, hopeful family.’

’She thought of Daisy Lawson’s young child, her blind mother-in-law, and her father-in-law who had trouble getting around.’

’That Owen Fletcher, all for his own selfish desires, had destroyed the pillar of a family.’

Meanwhile, Owen Fletcher was walking down the street in a baseball cap, one hand in his pocket while the other frantically refreshed his phone.

He kept running searches for various news stories.

The latest result was a headline: "Hiking Expedition Discovers Highly Decomposed Body Deep in the Mountains."

Owen Fletcher recognized the accompanying photo immediately—it was the mountain where he had dumped the body. The article was posted three days ago.

’Damn it, they found her so fast. No, I have to get out of here. The farther the better.’ Owen Fletcher thought, pulling the brim of his cap down low.

’No, I can’t stay in the country.’

’If I stay here, they’ll definitely catch me.’

’That’s it, I’ll leave the country!’

’I’ll go to Coralia!’

’The name of the place flashed in his mind. He had to get out of there now, while the police had only just found the body and hadn’t suspected him yet!’

’Yes, that’s the plan!’

No longer hesitating, Owen Fletcher strode quickly toward the small motel where he’d been staying.

’His bags were still there. He had to grab them and go.’

Just as he reached the motel entrance, Owen Fletcher saw several police officers standing at the front desk.

Almost instinctively, Owen Fletcher turned to run.

"That’s Owen Fletcher! The one in the hat by the door!" Just then, the motel owner, who was standing with the officers, pointed him out.

The next second, two figures shot out from the motel, tackling Owen Fletcher before he’d taken more than a few steps.

After checking a photo, one of the officers holding him down nodded to the people inside. They had the right man.

On the way to the police station, Owen Fletcher was still trying to figure it out. ’It’s only been a couple of days since they found the body, right? How did they lock onto me so fast?’

Owen Fletcher had expected to be interrogated immediately after his capture.

But for the entire next day, no one questioned him.

Instead, they put a hood over his head, along with earmuffs and a face mask. His hands were cuffed, and he was put on a high-speed train.

Throughout the entire process, no one spoke to him, and Owen Fletcher’s mind was in constant turmoil.

’Why aren’t they questioning me? Where are they taking me?’

’Or are they not going to bother with questions? Are they just going to convict me and send me to prison?’

During the ten-hour train ride, Owen Fletcher ran through every possibility, his mind churning with anxiety.

When he was led into another interrogation room and seated, Owen Fletcher felt a strange sense of relief, as if the dust had finally settled.

The moment the hood was pulled off, Owen Fletcher saw two unfamiliar officers sitting across from him.

Evan Keller slid photos of the body and the burlap sack found at his house across the table to Owen Fletcher.

"Start talking. Why did you target Daisy Lawson? According to our investigation, the two of you had no prior contact. In fact, you didn’t even move to the area until after she was married.

You had no history of conflict, so why go after an innocent woman?" Evan Keller’s tone was exceptionally stern.

Owen Fletcher forced down his unease and shrugged. "I didn’t kill anyone. I have no idea how that sack got into my house.

Right now, I have a reasonable suspicion that you couldn’t find the real killer, so you decided to just find some random guy to pin it on."