After telling Tony Stark the name of the newly emerged witness, Lake left.
Tony wasn't familiar with him, so naturally, he couldn't directly order Jarvis to hack into the major databases and scan the witness in front of him.
That would be illegal.
So Lake simply turned around and left.
The car quickly drove away from the somewhat exaggerated mansion behind him.
New Amsterdam Hospital.
After parking the car, Lake sat in the parking lot, pondering a few things.
For example...
What exactly did the person hiding behind the scenes, who had used some not-so-scientific means to make this happen, want?
Could it be one of Tony Stark's extraordinary relatives? Bound by the agreement between the extraordinary world and the mundane world, they could only use this method to restart the investigation into the case?
But why find me?
Lake couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried. As he'd said, there were many law enforcement agencies that could reopen the case of the Howard Stark couple. The NYPD wasn't the best choice, because the accident hadn't happened in New York—not even in New York State. The NYPD had no absolute jurisdiction over the case.
Had the person behind the scenes set his sights on me?
Why?
To make him establish a good social relationship with Tony Stark because of this matter?
Was he insane?
Lake blinked.
Two days later.
New Amsterdam Hospital's intensive care unit.
Lake tilted his head as he looked at Joe lying in bed, tubes inserted into him, his breathing steady.
Joe's inner turmoil should have been far greater than he showed. His brows were tightly furrowed, as if he were experiencing some terrible nightmare.
"Lake."
"Beckett."
Lake turned and greeted Beckett as she entered. "How's the investigation going?"
It wasn't only Tony Stark's