Chapter 543: My In-Laws Won’t Let Me Call the Police

Chapter 543: Chapter 543: My In-Laws Won’t Let Me Call the Police

"I don’t have any more questions. I’m really sorry for coming over without understanding the situation and interrupting your work today," Ms. Turner said, forcing a faint smile. After exchanging a few more polite words with the property manager in front of her, she prepared to leave with her group.

The property manager’s expression hadn’t changed from beginning to end, maintaining that same courteous smile. "It’s no problem. If you need any assistance from property management in the future, you can come directly to us."

After they left the convalescent community and got back into the car, the woman who had been silently following behind Ms. Turner finally spoke up, her voice laced with concern. "Your brother isn’t here either. Should we keep calling him?

"If he still doesn’t answer, let’s just go straight to the police."

Another friend chimed in, "Exactly. You mentioned before that no matter what your brother is doing, he always calls or video chats with you at a set time every day. It’s been like this for years, without a single day missed.

"Now he suddenly leaves this convalescent community—not telling you is one thing, but why hasn’t he even made a phone call?"

Ms. Turner rubbed her temples anxiously. "It’s okay. I can handle things from here. Thank you all for coming out with me today. Once this is sorted out, I’ll treat you to dinner."

Her friends quickly waved their hands, insisting it was no trouble at all.

After returning to their neighborhood and dropping her friends off at their respective homes, Ms. Turner headed straight to the police station to file a report, recounting the entire incident from start to finish to Evan Keller.

Having listened to her account, Evan looked at the notes laid out in front of him, tapped his pen against the notebook, and asked, "Ms. Turner, what made you suspect that your brother might be in danger?"

Aside from the slight anomaly during the earlier video call, the rest of her story sounded perfectly normal. What exactly was her basis for this judgment?

"If the two of us were having breakfast, we would never choose coffee or anything like that. Plus, my brother doesn’t drink iced Americanos; he says they taste no different from traditional Chinese medicine," Ms. Turner said, explaining the secret signals she shared with her brother to Evan.

"We grew up together. We used to be too rowdy, so our parents set a rule: no talking during meals. We just had to sit in our chairs and eat quietly.

"At first, we didn’t know how to play the game, so we’d sneak in a few words when no one was around, only to get caught. Over time, we developed a silent understanding. If someone was secretly watching us, we’d raise our pinky fingers. It was subtle and hard to detect.

"When he was at the coffee shop, my brother raised his pinky finger. There was no one around him, which means there’s only one possibility—my brother is wearing a hidden camera or some kind of monitoring device."

As she spoke, Ms. Turner took out her phone and handed Evan the screen recording of her video call with Mr. Turner, along with a list of the anomalies she had noted down. At the same time, she walked Evan through some of her brother’s subconscious habits when filming videos.

Evan took the phone and reviewed everything from beginning to end. He then clicked on a few of the other videos Mr. Turner had filmed, forming a rough idea of the situation.

Looking up at Ms. Turner sitting across from him, Evan said, "I understand. The police will investigate your brother’s whereabouts.

"For your own safety, you must not interfere with anything involving this convalescent community from now on. We will find him and bring him back as soon as possible."

He also wanted to figure out what the hell was going on with that community, but Evan didn’t say that last sentence out loud, silently adding it in his mind.

Ms. Turner understood that if there really was something wrong with the convalescent community, Evan’s advice was for the best. Not causing trouble for the police was also the best way to protect her family.

"Alright, I understand. I’m leaving my brother’s case in your hands." Ms. Turner looked at Evan, her expression full of hope.

"It’s our duty. However, for the time being, we still need you to keep calling your brother. If there are any developments, please notify us immediately." After giving a few more instructions, Evan made a copy of the evidence and comparisons she had just provided before returning the phone to her.

Ms. Turner nodded repeatedly. After a brief exchange, Evan had someone escort her out.

When he returned to the office, before Evan could even open his mouth, Zoe Sawyer asked, "What’s the situation? Do you need any help?"

If it were just a simple missing person case, they could look up the victim’s information, use the Door to quickly pinpoint his location, and then have Evan lead a team over to bring him back. That way, a missing person case would be solved in no time.

Evan shook his head and tossed his notebook onto the desk. "It sounds like a standard missing person case, but it’s tied to that convalescent community we were talking about at noon.

"It seems it might not be so standard after all."

At this response, the eyes of everyone else in the office instantly converged on Evan. A place they had just discussed at noon was already connected to a report filed in the afternoon? Wasn’t that a bit too much of a coincidence?

Evan sat down and relayed Mr. Turner’s situation from start to finish. Once he finished, he leaned back in his chair and turned to Officer Lee. "Liam, look into this Mr. Turner’s background. He’s also a fraud-exposing blogger. While you’re at it, investigate his social connections and see if he’s offended anyone."

"Got it!" Officer Lee responded, raising his voice before diving headfirst into his work.

Having delegated the task, Evan turned to look at Zoe beside him. "Once Liam clears up Mr. Turner’s background, I’ll need you to use the Door to see exactly where he is right now and whether he’s safe."

"No problem. I know what to do." Zoe nodded, accepting the task Evan had assigned her.

Seeing that there were no immediate tasks for them, the rest of the office withdrew their gazes and returned their attention to the work in front of them.

But the quiet lasted less than a few minutes before the phone belonging to Vivian Dunn, who sat behind Officer Lee, suddenly rang.

Looking at the caller ID, Vivian furrowed her brows in confusion. She hadn’t contacted this high school classmate in ages. Why were they calling her out of the blue today?

Glancing at her colleagues who were buried in their work, Vivian stood up and walked out into the corridor before answering the call. "Hello? Is something the matter?"

Several heavy breaths came from the other end of the line. Then, a slightly hoarse voice spoke. "Vivian? You work at the police station now, right?

"Something happened on my end. I feel like something’s wrong and I want to call the police, but my in-laws won’t let me. They even confiscated my phone. I’m using my computer to make this voice call to you right now."