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Chapter_226
The tension in the interrogation room was thick, and the atmosphere felt heavy with uncertainty. Zane sat at the table, his eyes flicking nervously from the ID in his hands to Yvette, who sat across from him, still as composed as ever. The two other officers were also eyeing the ID, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.
Yvette, on the other hand, remained completely unfazed, her posture relaxed as her fingers lightly tapped the table. The three men were clearly struggling to come to terms with the significance of the document she had just handed over.
Zane couldn’t hide his confusion as he turned the ID over in his fingers. The gravity of the situation was starting to sink in. If the ID was genuine, then Yvette was someone far beyond the average person’s reach—her actions, no matter how extreme, could be justified.
“Ms. Zeller,” Zane began, his voice faltering slightly, “is this a real ID?” He couldn’t bring himself to believe what he was seeing, but he had to ask. If this ID was genuine, it could completely change the course of the investigation.
Yvette looked up at him, her cold gaze piercing. “It has a serial number,” she replied calmly, as though stating a simple fact. The implications of her words were clear: she wasn’t just a regular citizen. If that ID was legitimate, she had the kind of power and legal protection most people could only dream of.
The two officers, Norbert and the older one, exchanged worried glances. Neither of them knew how to respond to Yvette’s audacious declaration. They were seasoned officers, but they had never encountered someone like her.
Zane’s hand trembled slightly as he continued to examine the ID. The gravity of the situation was becoming clear—if this ID was legitimate, then Yvette could fire a gun, even kill someone, and it would be completely legal. It was as if she had a trump card, a get-out-of-jail-free card that no one could challenge.
“Is this real?” Zane muttered under his breath, unable to contain his disbelief. The weight of the situation was starting to sink in. “We need to verify this right away.”
There was no time to waste. If the ID was genuine, Yvette’s actions could be legally justified, and the shooting incident would be nothing more than a minor issue to be quickly swept under the rug. But if it was fake… well, that could lead to a whole different set of problems.
Zane glanced up at the two officers, who were still in shock. They were both looking at him, silently urging him to take charge of the situation. Zane’s mind was racing as he thought about the best way to handle things. He had to verify the authenticity of this ID as quickly as possible.
Meanwhile, in the black Jeep speeding down the road, Jeremiah’s anger was palpable. The vehicle shot down the highway, pushing well past 150 miles per hour. Jeremiah’s face was cold and hard, his lips pressed into a tight line.
Andrew, sitting in the passenger seat, could feel the tension radiating from Jeremiah. He had seen his friend angry before, but this was different. Jeremiah’s fury was almost tangible, making the air in the car feel colder.
“Jeremiah, Yvette will be fine,” Andrew said cautiously, though he knew it wouldn’t do much to calm him down. “Zane knows her identity. He’ll take care of it.”
Jeremiah didn’t answer immediately. His grip on the wheel tightened, and his eyes remained fixed on the road ahead. Andrew could sense that something else was bothering him, something deeper than just the situation with Yvette.
“Why would Yvette be so angry that she would shoot?” Jeremiah finally spoke, his voice low and serious. “That’s the real question, not whether Zane will make things difficult for her.”
Andrew was taken aback by the question. He had been so focused on Yvette’s safety that he hadn’t stopped to think about why she had acted the way she did. But now that Jeremiah had brought it up, Andrew realized that the shooting might not have been as random as it seemed. It had to involve Winona.
“Wait… if it was Winona, then it makes sense,” Andrew muttered, piecing things together. “That little schemer must have done something to make Yvette snap like that. It would be strange if she didn’t have a reason to be upset. I wouldn’t be surprised if Yvette had a gun.”
Jeremiah’s lips curled into a grim smile, though it lacked any humor. He wasn’t shocked by the turn of events. If anyone could push Yvette to such extremes, it was Winona. Jeremiah knew Yvette well enough to understand that if she had been pushed far enough, she wouldn’t hesitate to defend herself—no matter the consequences.
At the police station, Robert and Victor stormed in, both sharply dressed in formal suits. The officers at the entrance immediately recognized Robert, who had been a regular presence at the station during Jonathan’s tenure as Chief of Police. The familiarity of his face was enough to make the officers uneasy.
Robert’s reputation preceded him, and it was clear that his arrival wasn’t something to take lightly. His expression was tense, and his every step exuded authority. Victor, walking closely behind him, had the same stern expression. They were both here for a reason, and nothing would stand in their way.
As they entered, a few officers exchanged wary glances. Robert’s presence in the station was never a good sign, and now, with everything that had happened, it seemed like things were about to escalate quickly. No one knew exactly what was going on with Yvette, but they could all sense that the situation was far from ordinary.
The station’s officers stood on edge, watching as Robert and Victor made their way deeper into the building. The tension was palpable, and the investigation was now on the verge of spiraling out of control. What had started as a routine case was now anything but that.
And in that moment, everything seemed to hang in the balance. The truth was coming to light, but the question was: who would be left standing when the dust settled?
