Bilson looked as though he was only making a wild guess.
After questioning him, the Chief of Police had no choice but to keep Bilson with him for the time being.
Soon, however, an officer came to report.
"Report! We found an unconscious officer on the fifth floor. Hospital staff discovered him. Someone had put him in a bed and covered him with a blanket, so we thought he was a patient."
"He wasn't hurt, but his uniform and gun are gone!"
"What?" the Chief of Police exclaimed.
He immediately thought of Bilson's guess. Surely not. Had Bilson been right again?
That makes no sense. I gave him the clue this time. He was just guessing based on what I told him.
I watched him come up with the whole theory. There was nothing remarkable about it.
Still, a police uniform was missing. That meant they had to check the officers among them.
At 5:30 p.m., the armored vehicle arrived, and Michael was taken down to the basement level.
Officers joined the group along the way. The Chief of Police scrutinized every one of them, making sure he knew them all.
"He's not here..." The Chief of Police breathed a sigh of relief.
Of course Morey hadn't slipped in. What did he take the police for, fools?
They reached the parking garage and were about to put Michael in the armored vehicle.
Then, suddenly!
The trunk of a nearby car popped open!
"Hm?" More than thirty officers turned to look at once.
Morey climbed out of the trunk in a police uniform. He had one foot out and was leaning forward when he froze.
Every eye fixed on him.
"Hahaha! What did I tell you? What did I tell you?" Bilson cried, snapping photos frantically.
The officers erupted, aiming their