Chapter 151: You still care about him.
Dylan closed the folder with a sharp snap, his gaze hard. "Find that prisoner before anyone else does," he commanded. "We can’t afford to lose him too. I need to know who is behind all this."
Justin hung his head down. "This time, it was our fault," he said apologetically. "We weren’t careful enough when we approached him. He must’ve sensed our presence and bolted. Before we could get to him, a car came out of nowhere—and rammed him. We could do nothing."
He paused, and the horrific scene of the car hitting the man and speeding away flashed across his mind. He shook his head, shrugging off the disturbing images.
"It was too dark to catch the license plate," he added bitterly.
Dylan’s fists clenched on the desk. "So, what you’re saying is, you have no lead—nothing to track down the person who killed him?"
"I..." Justin opened his mouth. For a moment, he was at a loss for words. "Sorry to disappoint you, sir."
"Damn, Justin – I don’t need your sorry," Dylan growled, slamming his fist on the table. "I want result."
Justin stood there stiffly, speechless. He couldn’t meet Dylan’s gaze, shame and regret weighing heavily on him.
Last night’s operation flashed through his mind—their team had received intel about the man being spotted at a rundown bar far from the city. They had rushed to capture him, and for a moment, success had seemed within their grasp.
But the man had spotted them and tried to run away, only to be struck down by a speeding car before they could catch up. Justin had watched, helpless, as their lead was snuffed out in a heartbeat.
"This matter is getting serious..." Dylan murmured, his expression changing from rage to pensive. "First, the mechanic was killed. And now this thug. They’re cleaning up loose ends."