“Do you want me to take her back for interrogation?” To find any clue about Loredana, Boyce was afraid he was going to have to question her.
Cormac closed his eyes, looking a bit tired, “No need.”
This woman was still useful for him to keep.
Boyce knew that he had a plan so he didn’t say much about this matter, “This is obviously a huge conspiracy. First, Beulah, Maria and then this fake Ms. Flores came to you. They did so much, just for this fake Ms. Flores to come to you? How is this beneficial for Maria?”
Cormac opened his eyes quickly. What had happened during this period of time quickly converged in is head. Beulah’s death wasn’t necessarily directly connected to Maria, but because of Annabelle she had been willing to die herself. She had never had freedom, so it was better for her to help her daughter succeed.
So, what was the benefit to Maria?
She was not the kind of person who did things for others for nothing in return.
Why would she help Annabelle, not even hesitating to get into danger?
The relationship between her and the Herbert family was not good. The only one from the Herbert family who had a good relationship with her was Sampson, but he had already gone to…
“This is not good.” Cormac stood up suddenly.
Unable to keep up with his thoughts, Boyce asked, “What is the matter?”
“I am afraid Sampson is no longer in there.” He stepped forward and walked towards the door.
Boyce quickly followed behind him, “How is it possible that he is not in jail? It is not that he can easily escape…” At this point, he realized that something was wrong, “Could it be the Herbert family was not true to their word?”
Cormac glanced at him. This may not have anything to do with the Herbert family but to do with Maria.
The door opened and on the other side Abbott was holding Samuel and standing with his hand raised about to knock.
Cormac stopped and looked at Samuel in Abbotts arms, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.
“Where is my Mommy?” Samuel looked at him.
Originally, Cormac had planned to have Samuel meet the pretend Loredana to make him feel at ease.
But now, he couldn’t accept the idea od him calling that woman ‘Mommy’.
With trembling fingers, he raised his hand and touched him on the cheek gently, “You are a man, you should behave like one.”
Samuel’s expressions were tense.
Obviously, what Cormac had just said was a bad omen.
“Your Mommy is missing.” He took Samuel in his arms, “Should we go find her together?”
Samuel didn’t reject Cormac and hugged him, but he didn’t say anything else. His eyes were red and he was still trying his best to keep his tears from falling. His voice was extremely hoarse as he said, “I am a man, I won’t cry. I want to find Mommy.”
Cormac pressed the little guy’s head into his embrace. The softness between his eyebrows had never appeared before.
Samuel was very well-behaved. He quietly pressed himself close to his heart, listening to his heartbeat and smelling his unique fragrance.
His little hands gripped Cormac’s collar tightly and said firmly, “We will definitely find Mommy.”
Cormac hummed softly in response.
He looked at Abbott and said with a deep voice, “Keep an eye on the woman inside.”
Saying that he walked outside.
Abbott looked dumbfounded. What woman? What was the situation?
When Boyce passed by him, he made the long story short, “Ms. Flores is missing. The one inside is fake. She is still useful so don’t let her know that we have discovered that she is fake for the time being.”
Abbott, “…”
What?
Loredana had disappeared and a fake one had come in her place? What was even happening?!!!
Boyce didn’t have much time to talk to him. He patted Abbott on the shoulder, followed after Cormac and left the hotel.
Boyce drove and gave his subordinate a call to see if Sampson was still in jail.
After half an hour, the news came that Sampson had been replaced. The one in the jail was not him, but looked a bit like him.
Boyce looked at Cormac in the back seat through the rearview mirror, “He is gone.”
“What do we do now?” Boyce was nervous.
“I want to see Maria.” Cormac’s voice was low and deep, as if each syllable was coming from deep in his chest.
Boyce said that he understood and drove faster. Soon, the car stopped at the detention center.
Cormac got out of the car holding Samuel and rubbed his hair, “You play with Uncle Boyce for a while,
I will go in for some time.”
Samuel didn’t know what he was going to do, but he knew that the place he was going was not for his eyes to see. He nodded obediently.
Boyce took Samuel’s hand, “Let me take you to my office.”
Samuel nodded and followed him.
“Mr. Mendelsohn.” Nick came out.
Nick was Boyce’s subordinate, he had arranged everything.
Cormac nodded and Nick led the way.
It was the same building where he came at night, through the corridor to the room at the end.
“It is quiet here, no one will bother you. I will wait outside.” Nick said.
Cormac hummed in response and walked towards the room. At the end of the corridor, there was a strong wall with a small window above it with an electric anti-escape grid. The door was next to the wall.
He pushed open the door of the room. There was no window in the small square room. On the ceiling, there was a white energy saving bulb and an interrogation chair right below it. Maria sat on the chair handcuffed to it.
She was wearing the same dress that she was wearing when they had caught her that night. The pajamas were torn and crooked, exposing large areas of her skin.
There were dried bloodstains on the corners of her mouth and on her clothes. The wounds on her head and the corners of her mouth had not been cleaned and had dried with scabs.
She tilted her head, looking at Cormac with a smile, “Came to see me again?”
Cormac closed the door, stepped calmly and steadily to stand in front of her and stared down at her.
Maria raised her head to meet his gaze and smiled, “What are you doing looking at me like that? Did you miss me?”
But she felt something was fishy. By this time, he should have found ‘Loredana’, why was he coming here now?
New Book: Beginning with a Daring Encounter
Celsie was tired of being labeled as an introvert, workaholic, and dull virgin by her friends. Determined to prove them wrong, she made a bet that she would do something daring on her 25th birthday. Now that the day had arrived, it was time to fulfill her promise. On her daring to-do list, there was one task: a one-night stand with someone.
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