Chapter 165: Head On The Chopping Block
Brett angrily paced the length of his study, his agitation growing with each passing moment. The news that Levi had been released from police custody had sent a wave of fury crashing through him. He had been so certain that Levi was responsible for Sutton’s death, who else would want to kill her? The timing of the phone call, the abrupt destruction of the camera at the hidden entrance to her apartment, all of it pointed towards him.
Now, to discover that the police had let him go was infuriating. He could not understand it, he had even paid for something more incriminating to be found. Had they not seen the obvious? Had they not connected the dots? Or were they simply incompetent?
He stopped pacing, his gaze fixed on the city skyline visible through the large window. The twinkling lights seemed to mock him, a stark contrast to the darkness that had settled in his heart. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He would not let Levi get away with this. He would not let him escape justice.
A chilling thought crept into his mind. What if Levi was trying to frame him? What if he had seen him leave the apartment and was trying to shift the blame onto him, to make him the scapegoat for Sutton’s murder? The thought sent a shiver down his spine. He could not rule out the possibility. Levi was cunning, resourceful. Who really knew what he was capable of.
He had to protect himself. He had to gather evidence, to prove his own innocence, and to expose Levi’s guilt. He obviously could not rely on the police to do their job, so that meant that he would have to take matters into his own hands.
He immediately contacted Damien, his most trusted associate. "Damien," he said, his voice urgent, "I need you to do something for me. I need you to trace Levi’s movements on the day of Sutton’s death. I want to know where he was, who he spoke to, everything you can find."
"Of course, Boss," Damien replied, his voice professional and efficient. "I will get right on it."
"I need more than just his alibi," Brett continued, his voice hardening. "I need concrete evidence. I need to know if he took any route that would have led him to Sutton’s apartment."
"I understand, Mr. Thorne," Damien said. "I will check traffic cameras, GPS records, anything that can provide a clear picture of his movements."
Brett hung up the phone, his mind still racing. He could not shake the feeling that he was running out of time. He needed to find something, anything, that would tie Levi to Sutton’s murder.
He spent the next few hours reviewing the information Damien had already gathered. The phone records, the police reports, the security footage from Sutton’s building. He scrutinized every detail, searching for any inconsistency, any clue that might have been overlooked.