"What was your reason for killing Max Nattapol?" Mr. Kanawut questioned.
It has been 24 hours since Mr. Wayar was taken into custody, yet he remained silent in the interrogation room. Meanwhile, Mr. Kanawut's team successfully apprehended Mr. Wayar's accomplices at a hideout, thanks to a tracking device provided by Zee. The accomplices were caught off guard and easily arrested, visibly terrified and pleading for forgiveness.
In the interrogation room, Mr. Kanawut placed three photos on the table: one of Max Nattapol and two of the apprehended accomplices. He questioned Mr. Wayar about his connection to these men, but the suspect continued to remain silent. Mr. Kanawut then showed CCTV footage depicting Mr. Wayar and his accomplices at the scene of Max Nattapol's murder, though Mr. Wayar's face was obscured and unclear in the footage. The accomplices, however, were clearly visible and identified.
Mr. Kanawut's frustration gave way to anticipation as he yet to receive crucial information from his team. Without hesitation, he left the interrogation room and entered the room where the apprehended accomplices were detained. The blonde man was visibly petrified, his tears flowing freely.
"Shut the fuck up! You had the guts to kill someone, but now you're crying like a fucking baby!" Mr. Kanawut berated him, slamming his hand on the table to silence the sobbing man.
"Tell me the truth. Did you kill Max Nattapol?" Mr. Kanawut demanded.
"I... I didn't. It was his orders. We just followed orders," the blonde man sobbed uncontrollably.
"Stop crying and tell me who gave the orders," Mr. Kanawut pressed on.
"I can't... He'll kill us," the man protested.
"He won't. If you confess, he'll get a longer sentence. Who ordered you?" Mr. Kanawut assured him.
"Boss J... Joss. Are you sure I won't be in here long?" The man hesitated, seeking reassurance.
"Yeah—" Mr. Kanawut started to respond before being interrupted.
"Wait! Get my phone. I recorded our conversation about killing the old man. Get my phone!" The man urgently pleaded, eager to expose his boss and potentially receive a reduced sentence.
"An old man?" Mr. Kanawut signaled to an officer near the one-way mirror to retrieve the phone.
"Yes! He ordered me to kill the investigator, and I recorded our conversation just in case!" The blonde man eagerly confessed.
"Smart move, dumbass." Mr. Kanawut muttered under his breath as he took the phone from the officer. He instructed the man to unlock the screen. With his hands cuffed to the table, the man complied, allowing Mr. Kanawut access to the phone.
"Where's the audio file?" Mr. Kanawut asked, scanning the phone.
"It's right there in the files. Just click on it. That's our conversation," the man replied nervously.
Mr. Kanawut navigated to the file and found only one recording saved. He pressed play, eager to hear the crucial evidence...
"He had hired an investigator? Kill that Suppapong as well. Follow him and crush his car. Make it look like a car accident," Mr. Wayar's voice ordered on the recording.
"I just wanted to kill Zee, but too many people are getting in my way," he added.
"Kill them!" he shouted at the man in front of him.
"Y-yes, boss," the blonde man nervously replied.
The audio ended, leaving Mr. Kanawut seething with anger at what he had just heard. The suspect had not only killed Max Nattapol but also ordered the murder of a private investigator. He clenched his teeth
investigator. He clenched his teeth and gripped the phone tightly out of frustration. An officer entered the room and handed him another phone.
"What's this?" Mr. Kanawut asked.
"It's from the other guy. An audio recording of their conversation," the officer informed him.
Before Mr. Kanawut could play the second audio, the blonde man interrupted.
"We actually planned to record his orders, just in case we got caught. We didn't want to die alone," he said sadly.
Mr. Kanawut proceeded to play the second audio recording...
"Set Zee's car on fire, but make sure he burns inside. How could he become the CEO!? I won't let it happen! Make sure he doesn't escape from that car," Mr. Wayar's voice commanded.
"I'll pay you double if you kill the man."
"Y-yes, boss! Thank you, boss!" the man eagerly responded, clearly motivated by the promise of money.
"Fuck!" Mr. Kanawut cursed under his breath. He stood up abruptly and left the room to secure the evidence he now possessed.
Mr. Kanawut returned to the interrogation room with determination etched on his face. He clumsily set up his laptop, arranged papers and photos on the table, positioning them for maximum impact. The suspect watched him silently, his eyes following every movement of the detective as he settled across from him.
"What drove you to kill these people?" Mr. Kanawut's voice was firm, demanding an answer as he placed photos of Private Investigator Suppapong, Max Nattapol, and Zee Pruk Panich in front of the suspect.
As the audio played from his laptop, capturing the damning words of the suspect's accomplices, the room filled with tension. The suspect visibly reacted, startled by the playback of his own voice. Mrг. Kanawut smirked slightly, a snort of derision escaping him as the suspect clenched his fists in frustration.
"Now, Wayar, how do you explain these?" Mr. Kanawut's tone was cutting, challenging the suspect to justify his actions.
"Those fuckers!" The suspect muttered through gritted teeth, his anger palpable in the stifling room.
Mr. Kanawut leaned back in his chair, sensing that he was finally getting closer to breaking the suspect's resolve.
"I did not kill them!" the suspect spat out defiantly.
"Yes, Wayar. You may not have wielded the weapon, but your orders led to their deaths. Isn't that just as damning?" Mr. Kanawut countered, his voice steady and accusing. "And you did kill Max Nattapol."
"How will you pro—" The suspect's protest was abruptly cut off as Mr. Kanawut handed him a piece of paper.
"Isn't this evidence enough?" Mr. Kanawut challenged, showing the suspect the test results confirming his fingerprints on the baseball bat used in Max Nattapol's murder, which caused an Epidural Hematoma, leading to his death. The suspect visibly paled, feeling trapped by the damning evidence.
Suddenly, a shift occurred in the suspect's demeanor, his expression turning eerie and intense. He leaned in closer to Mr. Kanawut, his eyes wide, as if divulging a dark secret.
"I had to stop some pests..." he murmured cryptically, his voice low and menacing.
