Debra straightened up. "You said you got the wrong car. Which car were you originally after?"


    "I..." Ivan hesitated.


    Drake was eager to kick him. "Answer the question."


    "It was my stepmother''s car. I''m sorry."


    "That''s attempted murder. Don''t you know?" Debra said.


    "I didn''t think that much."


    "So, no one put you up to this?"


    Ivan shook his head. "I''m willing to pay for the damage."


    "Alright," Debra said coolly. "I''ll being to collect that money."


    Ivan swallowed nervously but agreed.


    Debra paused as something urred to her. "Oh, the gas tank and the lighter too."


    "No, that wasn''t me," Ivan replied in a shaky voice.


    Debra nodded. "That''s all. Take him away."


    "Wait," Drake interjected. "We finally caught the guy, and you''re just going to let him go? My gut tells me he''s lying. He stays until I get the truth out of him."


    "I''m the victim here. I''m letting him go," Debra said, winking at him.


    Knowing that look too well, Drake ordered his men to take Ivan away. Holding back his frustration, he turned back to Debra. "Come with me."


    Debra followed him into the study. "What is it?"


    "That kid was lying. Why let him go?" Drake demanded.


    Debra sensed his determination


    from


    tone. If she didn''t exine


    everything to him, he would


    to him, he would probably


    e all night.


    be restless all night.


    She sat down on the sofa. "Your men wouldn''t have caught him without evidence, right?"


    "Of course not."


    "Call them in."


    Drake was confused butplied. Before long, the man entered the room, looking nervous.


    "Boss, what can I do for you?"


    "You identified the kid from the surveince footage?"


    "Yes."


    "Where is it?"


    "It''s here."


    The footage was brought up on theputer. It showed Ivan sneaking around the car, cutting the brake lines, shing the gas tank, and tossing in a lighter with practiced


    ease, which was a stark contrast to his earlier stammering innocence. Cóntent


    "Actually," Debra said, "I know he was lying, but even if we kept him here, he wouldn''t tell the truth."


    Drake snorted, "I have ways of making him talk."


    "Think about it," Debra reasoned. "Given his age, he probably doesn''t even know who the mastermind is. It''s better to follow the lead and investigate his family. y the long game, and we catch the big fish."