Chapter 918
“Every action has its consequence p>
It’s highly unlikely that the mysterious figure was just trying to spook Keith, let alone play games with him.
Tarquin inquired, “What’s the word from the police p>
“The coroner preliminarily concluded that the owner of Farmjoy Estate was beaten to death. There’s both eyewitness and physical evidence suggesting Keith had a violent physical altercation with the owner. Things aren’t looking good for Keith p>
“And how’s Keith handling it p>
“Cool as a cucumber. He’s not angry, not annoyed, and he’s not making any effort to defend himself. Just keeps to himself, silent as the grave p>
Tarquin was puzzled. Not angry or defending himself after being accused?
Was he in cahoots with the mysterious figure?
Something clicked, and Tarquin furrowed his brows, ending the call with Axel to directly contact the lead investigator of the Farmjoy Estate case.
He suggested they keep their eyes peeled and continue their surveillance on Farmjoy Estate.
Farmjoy Estate was a ho’s nest!
Most of the drugs in Jindale City and the surrounding areas were traced back there.
Recently, the police had tightened their grip, and not a single drug shipment had slipped through.
Tarquin suspected the mysterious figure knew Farmjoy Estate was under watch and wanted to divert police attention, making it look like Keith and he were playing games.
They must have set everything up in advance, then deliberately started a fire to draw in the police. Once the search turned up nothing, the police would likely let their guard down around Farmjoy Estate.
Then, by diverting his and the police’s attention away from Keith, Farmjoy Estate would slip under the radar!
It was a well-thought-out plan, indicating the mysterious figure had a vested interest in Farmjoy Estate!
Either the place was loaded with drugs, or it contained something or someone very important to the mysterious figure!
After contemplating all possibilities and discussing with the police, Tarquin called Axel back,
“Get some people to assist the police in keeping a tight watch on Farmjoy Estate. I want a report on everyone going in and out p>
The more the mysterious figure cared, the closer Tarquin wanted to keep an eye on him!
He was determined to block any chance of smuggling, turning the tables after being manipulated in the shadows for so long! Regardless of what was hidden inside Farmjoy Estate, it was better to shut it down first and ask questions later. However p>
Thinking of Keith, Tarquin felt a tightness in his chest.
Keith’s involvement suggested he couldn’t shake off his ties with the drug trade.
Both his mother and the Blackwood family had high hopes for Keith, yet he seemed to be heading down a path of no return.
The next morning, as Tarquin was preparing a hearty breakfast for his wife and kids, he received the news of Keith’s release.
Not entirely surprised, he had guessed the duo was playing a game, and it was only a matter of time before Keith would be released. But he hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly!
As he flipped a pancake, Tarquin asked,
“How’d he get out p>
Axel explained, “Someone anonymously provided the police with a video recorded on a smartphone. It showed Keith did have a confrontation with the owner, but it was the estate’s chef who killed him, over unpaid wages p>
Placing the cooked pancake on a plate, Tarquin mused,
“Track down the source of that video. If there’s a lead, pursue it. If not, no big deal. He won’t be able to stay calm for long, and soon he’ll expose himself p>
With both him and the police keeping a close eye on Farmjoy Estate, nothing could be smuggled out, which would surely make the mysterious figure desperate.
Plus, with Keith’s urging, their years of planning would likely be expedited.
It was only a matter of days before they made their move.
He wasn’t afraid of their actions; inactivity was the real concern.
Once they made their move, it would propel the situation forward, allowing for a quicker resolution.
Tarquin was ready for them to act, aiming to catch them all in one fell swoop!
At 7:30 AM, as the kids gathered at the breakfast table, there was still no sign of Elysia.
Curiously, the youngest piped up, “Where’s mommy p>