The Old Road (6)

Jones's suggestion had undoubtedly drawn a great many eyes to Fu Qian.

But looking at Cartman and the others, their expressions complicated, Fu Qian simply nodded to show he had no objections at all.

He hadn't rushed into the car earlier because he had already braced himself for this.

Jones wanted to keep him under close watch, and Fu Qian was just as eager to learn more.

As it turned out, Jones hadn't just hauled him into the car; he'd even arranged for the suspect to sit beside the victim.

Harold looked over at him woodenly, but Fu Qian's expression remained unchanged. Smiling, he greeted him.

Naturally, Jones saw the whole thing.

The next moment, he took his eyes off the rearview mirror and looked out the window without a word.

In the sheriff's eyes, Fu Qian had probably just moved up another level in the hopelessness department.

Fu Qian sighed inwardly, then copied him and looked outside.

The young officer driving was following Jones's directions to the letter.

And Jones's chosen route couldn't have been more obvious. After turning toward a fast-food restaurant, they had almost immediately begun heading up the mountain.

Interesting!

Fu Qian didn't know how the people in the car behind them were feeling, but he did notice that Mr. Harold seemed a little uneasy.

So there was more to this?

Jones had headed straight here, and Harold seemed to have reacted in a peculiar way.

As the road outside grew narrower and more winding, a scene naturally took shape in Fu Qian's mind.

Somewhere along the road up the mountain, at a bend where passing cars were hidden from view, Mr. Harold would quietly wait off to the side for the right moment.

Then, as a car sped past, he'd shove someone whose mind