The Heart Left Behind (Cole and Yvonne) novel Chapter 186

"You should figure it out yourself. You've been with me long enough… Do I really need to teach you how to handle something this simple?"

"I'll take care of it right away…" replied Murphy.

"Forget it. Just bring the person to me."

I needed to question him myself.

Murphy hesitated, looking uneasy. "The cops... already took him away."

"Didn't I make it clear that I wanted to handle this?" I frowned, irritation flickering across my face. What was going on with Murphy lately? Not only had he been distracted, but his efficiency had been slipping too.

"I'm sorry, I—"

"Take me to the station."

…

At the station, Sam wasn't cooperating at all. No matter what questions were thrown at him, he stayed silent.

He was nothing but a thug, and every officer here knew it. They were used to his antics by now.

"You still haven't gotten him to talk?"

I was a bit irritated. The officer interrogating him was clearly a rookie with a chip on his shoulder.

"You think being a cop is so easy? What's the rush?"

I was already fuming, and he had the nerve to throw that at me. It was like he was begging to get on my bad side.

"The rush? How about I let him run over your wife next time? Would that be urgent enough for you?"

The rookie's expression darkened instantly.

"That's a crime! Do you even know what you're saying?"

I rubbed my chin, amused by how worked up he was.

"What's the matter? Is he your cousin or something? You're really going out of your way to protect him."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

The rookie shot up from his seat, looking like he was about to take a swing at me.

I flexed my fingers, ready to deal with him, but before things could escalate, an older officer walked in.

"My apologies, Mr. Joplin. This officer is new, and he's still learning the ropes."

"Mr. Jameson, you really need to bring in a better batch of officers. At this rate, things aren't going to improve. The efficiency here is just unacceptable," I said, leaning back into my seat.

At that moment, the rookie still looked furious.

"What are you staring at me for? Can't take criticism for your own incompetence?"

"Complicated? What do you mean by that?"

Sam hit someone with his car, so he should be in jail—plain and simple.

Clark grabbed my arm and led me to a quiet corner where no one could overhear us.

"I don't want to let this guy go either, but Ms. Sommerton's father insists on a private settlement. This is their personal matter, and we, as the police, can't interfere."

If the victim's family wanted to settle it privately, they couldn't just hold the culprit.

"When did he say that?"

Gerald wanted a private settlement even after his own daughter was hit like that?

"Bring him over."

"He's already gone back."

As Clark spoke, he kept glancing up at me. His eyes darted as he studied my expression. He was clearly trying to figure out what to say next.

"Make sure you interrogate him properly."

I turned my gaze toward Sam, who looked completely at ease as if this whole situation wasn't even a big deal to him.

This whole family was unbelievable. I couldn't even begin to imagine what kind of life Lorraine had been living before I appeared.