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Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12
His Dare

Monday,
April 25, 2022,
Hallony Police Department,
Crimson Wood Headquarters,
Crimson Wood, Hallony.

Bible

I IMMEDIATELY sat on my seat in front of my desk as I held the case report about the Chaichana tragedy. I heard Davon wheel his chair to position himself beside me. I just let him, because I know how nosy he is. And he already had an idea about this. He’s my partner after all.

“You’re too serious about this. What’s with you and Build, huh? Is there something you’re not telling me, Detective Sumettikul?”  Davon asked, showing me his playful smirk.

“Build is my friend. I just want to help him seek justice.”

“Friend you say.” He sniggered and continued, “But I heard you’ve been picking him up from home and driving him to work. Was that the reason why you went home early these past few days?”

This person is really a nosy man.

“His car was still in the garage. I’m just too kind enough to offer him to be his driver for the mean time.” I smirked at him as well.

Why is everyone making this a big deal? We’re friends. Isn’t it normal to drive a friend to work? Even Build’s friends are teasing us.

“Wow. You’re so kind, Detective. Can you be my driver, then? Just in the meantime?”

“I saw your car doing well, Detective,” I replied, which made him laugh and tease me more.

I just shook my head and didn’t mind him anymore. Instead, I started opening the folder which contained the files about the Chaichana Tragedy.

This is it.

I started reading the information about the victims.

Mr. Aroon Chaichana and Mrs. Madee Chaichana.

Those were the names of Build’s foster parents. They were the founders of Chaichana Enterprise, which is one of the successful and high business company locating in Callen Hill, Hallony.

And Nattawut Chaichana was their only heir. It was also stated here that Nattawut was their adoptive son. And they had him when he was a toddler. It wasn’t stated here who are the real parents of Build.

I continued reading. I already know most of the information here, since I have already conducted an investigation into the Chaichana family.

“Your friend is fucking rich. You hit a jackpot, man,” Davon’s comment, which made me turn to him with a furrow.

“Your talking nonsense.” Then I went back to the papers I was reading. I just shook my head because of my partner’s baloney.

I heard him laugh, but I didn’t mind him and just continued reading the files. He’s just shitting at me. Davon loves doing that. Teasing me had become his hobby.

After finishing reading the information about the victims, I started reading the case report. And while reading it, my brows started to furrow. Especially when I read the post mortem findings.

What the fuck?

I faced Davon, who was now looking at me as well, with a pucker on his forehead.

“The missing left fifth digit finger, and the weapon used was a jagdkommando tri-dagger. Was it FDS doing?” Davon asked, still shocked by what we found out.

But instead of answering him, I hastily read the last file, which proved our imputation. Chaichana Tragedy was really FDS’ doing.

“What the fuck? Why didn’t we know this? We studied all the past victims of FDS. We hadn’t read anything about the Chaichana Tragedy. What the hell is the meaning of this?”