Chapter 272 A Good n


    Once J was fast asleep, Ethan exited the ward and quietly closed the door behind him.


    Garrett was leaning against the wall across the hallway, waiting. The moment he saw Ethane


    out of the ICU, he straightened, smoothed his suit, and walked over.


    "How is the investigation going?" Ethan asked after casting his friend a short nce. "Find whoever


    is behind this. Get me the names of everyone involved." His gaze darkened with every word he


    spoke.


    Sunlight filtered through the windows, casting long shadows as the two men strode down the


    corridor.


    Garret pushed his sses against the bridge of his nose and answered carefully. "The drivers of


    both vehicles died in the ident. The police didn''t discover anything suspicious, either. They ruled


    it as just another unfortunate incident."


    Ethan stopped walking and narrowed his eyes. "They''re both dead?" He sneered at the scenery


    outside. "How convenient."


    "Well, several rear-end idents have happened on the same bridge in thest few months. Some


    drivers said that the lights on the bridge were not bright enough, so sometimes they just misjudged


    the road conditions."


    Ethan tapped on the iron railing of the corridor as his mind raced. "It can''t possibly be this simple,"


    he muttered under his breath.


    After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath and assumed his usual aloof expression. "I''ll look


    into this myself. There are many sides to the story you''re still unaware of. Take care ofpany


    matters while I handle this."


    Garrett frowned in bewilderment, but Ethan was already walking into the elevator before he could


    ask anything.


    In truth, Ethan already had a suspect in mind.


    After all, Fiona and Jocelyn didn''t care to hide their desire to have J killed. He wouldn''t put it


    past them to hire someone to murder his wife.


    Ethan took the information Garrett had put together and used it to further investigate the driver of


    the truck. He paid a visit to the man''s neighborhood and asked around.


    "Are you talking about the handicapped guy who drives a truck?"


    "Isn''t he supposed to be terminally ill? I heard that his doctor gave him just a few days more to live.


    Oh! And he has a son who''s currently on the run. A wanted criminal, you see."


    The neighbors weren''t reserved at all, and divulged a lot more than he had originally expected.


    "Rumors say that the son went abroad to escape the authorities."


    "What? Where would he get the money for a ne ticket? No, how did he manage to slip past the


    local police in the first ce?"


    "None of this makes sense."


    Clearly, something fishy was going on beneath the surface. Following this, Ethan shifted his focus to


    the son of the truck driver. Sure enough, the man was wanted for various crimes. More importantly,


    he had fled the country not too long ago with someone''s help. After some more digging, Ethan


    traced the criminal''s connections to Luke Turner.


    The whole picture was finally taking shape.


    The mastermind must be Jocelyn. Ethan spected that she had talked the truck driver into this


    murder-suicide mission. In return, she had coaxed Luke into making arrangements for the driver''s


    son to escape overseas.


    The man didn''t have long to live, anyway, so the ident was intentionally fatal so as to leave no


    witnesses. And since there was no mary bribe, the authorities were quick to rule out the


    possibility of homicide. They dismissed the case as an ordinary traffic ident.


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    Ethan had to give Jocelyn some credit—it was indeed a good n.