He buckled his belt and then reached out to straighten Yvonne''s disheveled costume.


    "You have to go again?" Yvonne asked, a feeling she couldn''t quite name— disappointment or sadness-settling in.


    "Yeah," Bet''s voice was strained. "Tim Walker has been captured. I need to go help Mr. Jones review the case."


    "Tim?" Yvonne was confused.


    Before she died in her past life, her investigation had only led her to the Spencer family. Since she''de back, the Spencer and Rogers families had fallen one after the other, leading her to the Walkers, but her knowledge of them was still


    iplete.


    "He''s Vincent''s cousin. After Colin died, Tim took over the smuggling and trafficking business,” Bet exined briefly. Since the case was still under investigation, he couldn''t reveal too much.


    Yvonne understood and didn''t press further. “Go on, then. I''ll be good."


    "Okay." Bet gave her a firm kiss on the lips before turning and leaving the room. As the door opened and closed, an inexplicable emptiness washed over Yvonne. She wondered if this was how he felt all those times she had left him, abandoning him again and again.


    He used to argue with her, worried sick, and she had always thought he was being unreasonable.


    Now that their roles were reversed, Yvonne finally understood what it felt like to be the one waiting.


    ...


    Bet left the hotel and drove directly to the Municipal Bureau.


    A young detective who worked under Bruce met him and led him straight to the station''s surveince room.


    Bruce was sitting in front of aputer, watching the monitor and sipping coffee, looking to be in a good mood.


    The case must have seen a major breakthrough.


    “Bet, you''re here." Bruce smiled and waved him over to the seat across from him.


    "Mr. Jones." Bet walked over and sat down naturally.


    Someone from the station thoughtfully poured him a cup of coffee as well. The


    coffee was good-it must have been from Bruce''s private stash.


    Bet took a sip before turning his attention to the surveince feed on the screen.


    In the video, Tim was in an interrogation room, restrained in a chair with cold handcuffs on his wrists.


    He appeared rtively calm—he was a Walker, after all, and had seen his share of turmoil. But this storm was different, big enough to swallow a man whole.


    Because of that, a flicker of panic was visible in Tim''s eyes.


    “How did you get to him?" Bet asked.


    "Among thest batch of suspects we brought in, a DNA test confirmed one of them was the killer from the Riverbend familicide case. Home invasion, rape, and murder-he''s facing a definite death sentence. got scared and ratted Tim out."


    "}


    With two counts of premeditated murder, under the country''sws, the death penalty was certain. If he had been acting under orders, a full confession and a cooperative attitude might earn him a


    suspended death sentence, giving him a sliver of hope to live.


    When faced with death, everyone is afraid.


    And just like that, Tim was implicated. The police then broke down the other


    suspects one by one, and they confessed everything they knew.


    With testimony pointing to Tim''s crimes of smuggling and inciting murder the policeunched a swift investigation, quickly gathering concrete evidence and arresting him.


    Bet sat with Bruce in the surveince room for nearly an hour.


    Tim was holding his ground, evading the important questions from the police.


    "Looks like Tim isn''t going to confess," Bruce said, frowning at the screen as he sipped his coffee.