Chapter 519: How Did You Know?

Chapter 519: Chapter 519: How Did You Know?

If that’s the case, then there’s no need to run.

B never liked trying to convince people. Since the other two had already said as much, he didn’t see any need to try, either.

B had successfully deceived A, who had agreed immediately, so B naturally became a bit more invested.

"Alright, time is short. I’ll explain everything when we meet. You’d better hurry and pack your things.

If you’re late, I won’t have time to wait for you." After saying this, B hung up the phone and started packing.

A knew he wasn’t as quick-witted as the other person, so after hanging up, he didn’t hesitate. He turned around and went back to pack.

"Zoe, that’s enough," Evan Keller said, waving her over. "No need to listen anymore. Take him down and bring him in." He then motioned for her to move the door behind A.

As soon as the door was in place, Evan Keller aimed a tranquilizer gun at A. The next second, he collapsed, just like Theodore Hughes had.

Two team members moved in with practiced ease and carried him away.

The next three were handled the same way. In less than ten minutes, everyone was neatly settled in either a holding cell or an interrogation room.

Meanwhile, Theodore Hughes had already woken up. As he took in the unfamiliar surroundings and saw the words "Leniency for those who confess" in large characters on the opposite wall, his heart began to pound.

’This looks... an awful lot like a police station!’

Before he could figure out what was happening, Evan Keller walked in with his team, carrying a notebook.

"Why did you arrest me?! Let me go!" Theodore Hughes’s panic surged when he saw two police officers approaching.

’They’re really cops!’

’How did they find me so fast?’

"Theodore Hughes? Alright, I’m not going to beat around the bush. Tell me, why did you target Roger Rowan?

And how did you get in contact with this Cameron?" Evan didn’t beat around the bush. He tossed his notebook onto the desk, leaned forward with both hands on its surface, and stared down at Theodore, creating a palpable sense of pressure.

Theodore Hughes sat in his chair, looking up at Evan Keller and his cold expression. He swallowed nervously but quickly composed himself. Forcing down his anxiety, he said, "What Cameron? Officer, I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"Alright, your accomplices have already confessed. You worked together to trick Roger Rowan into signing a loan agreement and a property mortgage contract. All the money from the loan taken out in Roger’s name was transferred into your and Cameron’s accounts.

We also have concrete evidence. We’ve found the video of you all plotting in the restaurant. Besides Roger Rowan, all seven of you from that day have been arrested and brought in.

Under these circumstances, are you still going to deny it?" Evan Keller stood up straight, crossed his arms, and stared at Theodore Hughes.

The denial Theodore Hughes was about to offer caught in his throat. In the end, he forced down his anxiety once more and said, "Officer, I really don’t know what you’re talking about."

’I’ve seen this on TV,’ he thought. ’The police will say things that sound plausible but aren’t, or make very pointed statements, just to trick some clues out of a suspect.’

’Usually, when suspects hear that, they start to wonder if the cops really have something on them. To get a reduced sentence later, they spill everything they know.’

’But in reality, they’re the ones who give up all the key evidence.’

’This cop is probably using the same trick. As long as I hold my ground, he won’t get anything out of me!’

But this time, Theodore Hughes had miscalculated.

Upon hearing his response, Evan Keller, as if he’d been prepared for this all along, placed his phone in front of him.

A video played on the screen, muted. It showed the six of them, starting with Henry Marshall, all in separate cells. In another, larger holding cell, were the staff from the local branch office.

Theodore Hughes had been there before; he vaguely recognized some of the people inside.

After watching the video, Theodore Hughes finally, truly panicked. What the cop had said was actually true!

’He really wasn’t lying!’

"Finished watching? Now, can you answer my questions?

Interrogating you is my way of giving you a chance to turn over a new leaf. As long as you tell us everything you know, if it helps our investigation, the judge will take that into consideration when sentencing." Evan Keller put his phone away, turned, and sat back down in his own seat, his eyes locked on Theodore Hughes.

This case was actually straightforward. It was obvious what crimes this group had committed.

But what Evan and his team wanted to figure out was the identity of the "boss" Cameron had mentioned, and what he meant when he said they had "a lot more resources like this."

Finally, there was the question of how Theodore Hughes and his crew had connected with Cameron and learned about this... line of work.

Besides this particular outpost, how many other places across the country were running similar operations, and were they connected to the boss Cameron spoke of?

These were the critical points of the case, the information they desperately needed.

Only by getting to the bottom of all this could they fundamentally stop cases like Roger Rowan’s from happening again.

Theodore Hughes’s face was ashen. He never imagined the police had actually uncovered everything.

’Should I keep lying and say I don’t know anything?’

The thought had barely formed when Theodore Hughes looked up and saw Evan Keller’s impassive face, and his initial resolve shattered.

’No, I can’t talk. What if this cop is holding on to even more evidence?

But if I keep saying I know nothing under these circumstances, will they consider it interfering with an investigation and give me a harsher sentence?’

Theodore Hughes was suddenly unable to make up his mind. A series of expressions flickered across his face as he seemed to weigh the pros and cons.

Evan Keller slammed his hand on the table, snapping Theodore Hughes’s attention back to him. "We don’t have time to sit here and play guessing games with you.

If you don’t want to talk, that’s fine. There are six other people. Someone will talk eventually."

Theodore Hughes, along with A and B, had all succeeded in getting their targets to sign loan agreements or property mortgage contracts.

It was normal for them to be conflicted during interrogation, not wanting to worsen their charges.

However, the others hadn’t had a chance to make their move yet. If they cooperated with the investigation, they still had a chance for a lighter sentence.

Hearing Evan Keller’s words, Theodore Hughes’s expression soured again. Fearing for his own skin, he finally couldn’t hold back any longer. "I’ll talk," he said. "If I tell you everything I know, will I get a reduced sentence? A lighter punishment?"

Evan Keller didn’t nod in agreement, but he didn’t deny it either. Instead, he said, "That depends on whether the information you provide is of any value.

If you only tell us things we’ve already discovered, then there’s nothing to discuss."

Theodore Hughes lowered his head, picking at his fingernails. Finally, he spoke.

"I only found out about it because I was in gambling debt."