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    The police officer looked visibly ufortable. He found himself in a tight spot, unsure how to proceed without offending the powerful figures involved in this matter.


    Raymond immediately called Bryan’swyer. Within thirty minutes, thewyer arrived at the scene.


    After learning about the situation, thewyer said, “This is merely the suspect’s one-sided ount. Without concrete evidence, my client will not engage with your investigation. You must provide evidence if you wish to proceed.”


    “We are only here to ask a few questions,” the police officer said. “Mrs. Dawson, were you familiar with the driver of the Aston family? Did you indeed have a confrontation with the victim beforehand? Did you p her?”


    These questions were superficial, and Eileen answered them briefly.


    Subsequently, the police informed her that she could not leave Alverton until the investigation was over.


    As the car drove off, Eileen spun around and kicked the tire of the campervan in frustration.


    “Arrange a meeting with the Aston family’s driver,” Bryan instructed Raymond. After giving the order, he swung open the campervan door and said to Eileen and the others, “Get in and head to the city. It’s more convenient to go to the police station from there.”


    Trembling, Le climbed into the campervan, and with a frown, Eileen followed suit. The ride was filled with tense silence.


    Eileen had once thought their issues were merely misunderstandings, but now, she was convinced that someone was deliberately preventing them from returning to Onnd. News of Jaliyah’s death spread like wildfire.


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    The term “tragedy” appeared across the headlines.


    Given the gravity of the situation, the media opted for restraint. They simply reported that the case was still under investigation.


    The campervan pulled up to the vi district in the city’s heart. Eileen could see several police officers stationed nearby. They were different from those who had previously been at the Vazquez Mansio


    The police officer in the front looked to be in her early thirties. She had short hair and appeared very capable. Her face carried a serious expression, showing a subtle sense of authority. She examined Eileen from head to toe, her bright, piercing eyes taking in every detail.


    “Marisa!” Le’s cheerful voice called out from behind Eileen. Marisa Sandoval, the policewoman, gave a small nod to Le and approached her. “Mrs. Vazquez,” she said with a smile. “It’s good to see you looking much better.”


    Le gave her hand a friendly pat before turning to Eileen. “Eileen, I’d like you to meet Marisa Sandoval, an old friend of your mother’s.”


    Marisa’s expression softened slightly, and a mix of emotions flickered in her eyes. “She really resembles Dottie,” she remarked.


    Eileen offered Marisa a polite greeting before ncing at the group of officers standing behind her.


    “Regarding Eileen’s disappearance before, we finally got some leads after all these years of investigation,” Marisa said. She had assembled a special team dedicated to tracking missing children across the country. She had personally been overseeing Eileen’s case and had never given up all these years.


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