Chapter 66


    Checkmate


    I was no longer in my seat. I was standing by the window-side of the two-way mirror, anxiously waiting


    for the oue of the interrogation. Aren was right beside me, holding my hand. Two other agents, like


    us, stared through the window, counting the seconds until they heard Can’s confession. Agent Collins


    grabbed his phone and smirked while going through the information I sent him. He stood that way for a


    while, knowing that Can and hiswyer observed his every move and change of expression. Well, if


    Jack wanted to rob Can of his smug confidence, then I could see that it was working. “What?” My


    asshole-of-ex-boyfriend grunted as he couldn’t handle the tension.


    Jack red at him and stepped closer to his seat, looking down at him. “You didn’t go to the Hamptons,


    Mr. Winton,” he said, putting his phone down with his car route disyed on the screen for him and his


    lawyer to see. “You went to the abandoned warehouse, in the middle of nowhere.” He chuckled coldly.


    “Even so, that’s not a crime, is it?” Can smirked.


    “Not when it is the same ce where your abducted ex-girlfriend was,” Jack stated dangerously.


    Thewyer interfered in an instant. “I believe that your map doesn’t prove my client’s whereabouts. It


    only indicated where his car was at the time.”


    Jack burst intoughter. “Then, are you suggesting that Mr. Winton went to the Hamptons on foot? What


    about the receipts from the gas station? Was Mr. Winton tanking some invisible vehicle?”


    Can red at hiswyer before shifting his eyes to Agent Collins. “That’s it, I am leaving!” he roared,


    getting up from his seat.


    “Get your ass back on the seat!” Agent Collins thundered, then referred to thewyer, “Mr. Harris, this is


    the moment you should suggest to your client to be more cooperative. This is a serious matter which


    could bring him severe consequences.” Thewyer nodded and leaned over Can to whisper


    something in his ear. Can groaned but finally sat down.


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    Jack took a seat in front of him and leaned forward, locking his eyes on Can. “Let me be clear. We


    know that you helped an organized group to get into the Wintons’ mansion and kidnap your stepbrother’s


    fiancée. She testified that you were inside that warehouse and that you made a deal with the one who


    nned the whole thing.”


    Can scoffed. “You have a big imagination, Agent Collins. I was never inside that warehouse. I don’t


    know anyone, and I didn’t n anything.”


    Jack turned to Mr. Harris. “Advise your client to talk, otherwise it WILL end ugly for him. We have data


    from cell towers indicating that Mr. Winton was in the area. We know that his car was parked in front of


    the warehouse for an hour, and we have an eyewitness.”


    “An eyewitness?” Can snapped, ignoring Mr. Harris, who gestured at him to calm down.” She didn’t


    see me! She couldn’t see anything! She was blindfo-” He froze with his mouth wide open.


    I gasped, squeezing Aren’s hand while the two other agents, standing beside us, snorted at Can’s


    foolish mistake.


    “Blindfolded?” Jack finished the word, one corner of his mouth curling into a cold smirk.


    Mr. Harris turned to his client. “You don’t need to answer. You don’t need to say anything.”


    Can sealed his mouth. His expression lost all of the confidence he had before. His face was turning


    paler every second. He screwed up and must have finally realized that this wasn’t the time when he


    could get away with everything. “Mr. Winton, game over. I can charge you with viting several federal


    laws, including kidnapping, organizing an illegal military group, possession of explosive materials, and


    attempting murder. We have data from your GPS, proving that your car was there. We have a victim of


    your crime testifying that you were there. And I bet that some of the captured mercenaries will eventually


    crack and indicate you as the main culprit as well…” Agent Collins paused and walked closer to Can’s


    side of the table. “But I know that you weren’t the mastermind, Mr. Winton, so why don’t you tell us who


    the real perpetrator was, and I guarantee that you will get a lower sentence as an aplice. Your


    alternative could be life in prison, so think carefully.”


    Can seemed terrified, but I didn’t think that he was afraid of going to prison. Eventually, after


    discussing the matter with hiswyer, he admitted to being at the warehouse, which was enough to


    arrest him. He didn’t say anything else. He didn’t even mention that there was another person involved,


    and since it was the only thing that could save his skin, it could only mean one thing: he was threatened.


    I saw Can getting cuffed with mixed emotions. I didn’t feel that justice had been served at all; not when


    the guy who nned it all was still out there, and we weren’t any closer to finding out who he was. After


    the show was over, Jack invited us to dinner-a pizza dinner in his office. We were sitting there mostly in


    silence, processing the investigation and wondering what we had all missed. Aren seemed lost in


    thought, frowning. He stayed silent for some time until suddenly shifting his eyes to Jack. “Burner


    phone,” he said. “He must have used a burner phone tomunicate with that guy, right?”


    Jack nervously scratched his head full of brown hair. “I guess so, but we didn’t find any other phone on


    him when we arrested him. If he had one with him, he must have gotten rid of him earlier.”


    “What about his apartments or his car?” Aren inquired.


    “We checked everything simultaneously, the second he was brought into custody. Nothing significant was


    found.” Jack sighed heavily before shoving another pizza triangle into his mouth.


    “Can I have Can’s phone?” I asked, turning Jack and Aren’s attention to me. “You took his phone when


    you arrested him, didn’t you?” Jack raised his eyebrows at me and chuckled. “I know Can Winton isn’t


    a criminal genius, but he wouldn’t n his brother’s murder using his own phone.”


    “He is not aplete idiot, but he iszy. He could use a burner app instead of buying a burner phone.


    The app can work simrly in many ways. It is said that it permanently erases messages, call registers,


    changes the number ID, or can even hide the phone’s location,” I


    exined.


    Aren smirked and slid his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his embrace. “Will you be able to


    retrieve the burned data from his phone if he used the app, sunshine?” My lips curled into a demonic


    smile. “Don’t forget that you married aputer genius,” I said and ced a soft kiss on his lips. Jack


    rolled his eyes at us. “Get a room, will ya?”


    Aren narrowed his eyes at Jack “I never said anything when you and your wife acted all lovey dovey in


    front of me right after the wedding.”


    Jack spread his arms wide. “Hey! I’ve always been the romantic type, so it was different! You are a cold,


    calctive son of a bitch, and it makes me cringe when I see you looking at your wife like that!”


    “Like what?” Aren chuckled.


    Jack shrugged. “I don’t know… like you have any emotions within you.” I couldn’t help but smile. The


    sum of little things like Jack’s words about Aren brought me closer and closer to admitting the truth about


    Aren and his ce in my heart. Every time I looked into my husband’s eyes, I felt more convinced that he


    was like me-on the verge of saying aloud something that had been obvious for a while now…


    ***


    Jack promised that he would have Can’s phone delivered to my office in Lan Diamond Corporation the


    next day. I figured that it would be faster if I worked on retrieving data with Norton and n’s help. I was


    almost certain that I would find something, anything that would help us catch that disgusting guy who


    wanted Aren’s dead. I was all fired up about it and couldn’t wait until I got my hands on that data. But that


    was for tomorrow…


    Despite everything that had happened that day, I was happy to spend it with Aren. Even after we left the


    FBI’s office, we went home together. I guess Aren wanted to make up for the time we’d lost while I was


    recovering. As soon as we walked into the penthouse, he opened the bottle of champagne so we could


    enjoy the bubbles while watching the sunset. I loved that moment of serenity, but couldn’t help but


    wonder if it wasn’t a calm before the storm… “It might be harder from now on,” Aren said suddenly.


    “Why?” I muttered, nuzzling his chest and sliding my arms around his waist. “We will have our wedding


    ceremony on Saturday. It will be organized at the Blue Crystal Hotel, and the press will be present.


    Afterward, everyone will know that you are my wife. You


    oranate


    will be a target…” he paused as if the words were stuck in his throat. I sighed, leaning back to look


    at him. “I am already a target, but I will be fine… We will be fine. ” I smiled at him. He kissed the top of


    my nose and smirked. “I guess I will really have to teach you some defense techniques.”


    I blinked my eyes seductively. “I’m looking forward to that…”


    It sucked that I promised Miranda that we would restrain ourselves from having sex for the next two to


    three days. I barelysted one night in his arms with only cuddling, and if I couldn’t stand it, then it had to


    be torture for him… Nheless, I enjoyed our intimacy. After I had been kidnapped and thought that I


    might have never seen him again, I appreciated every second with him ten times as much.


    ***


    The sound of the buzzing phone woke me up. I was still half asleep, my sleepy eyes ineptly searching for


    the source of the irritating sound. Aren woke up right away, swiftly taking his buzzing phone and


    answering the call.


    “Hello?” Aren said before turning on the speaker so that I could hear as well. “It’s Jack.” Agent Collins’s


    voice sounded angry and nervous. “I don’t know how to tell you this…”


    “Just say it,” Aren urged.


    I heard Jack pull a deep breath into his lungs. “Can Winton has just been found dead in his cell. He


    hung himself.”