Nassau County, Long Island. After waving goodbye to the officers, Russell got on the expressway and sped here.
It was his first time entering a place where rich people lived. His most immediate impression was that the roads were wider, the houses were shorter, and the gardens were bigger. That was all.
That was indeed the case. Long Island was densely populated, with far more residents than Russell had imagined.
He had thought it would be vast and sparsely populated, with mansions everywhere and rows upon rows of maids in uniforms drifting down the streets. Instead, it was no different from a town far from the city center, except there were more luxury cars.
Ding-dong~~
Russell rang the bell at Stanfield's villa. After a long while, the gate opened, and a bearded, haggard middle-aged man with a lifeless face appeared before him.
"Excuse me, are you sheriff Stanfield?"
Russell took out a photograph and compared it to Stanfield's face. It was definitely him, but what was with this washed-up middle-aged-man aura? Had he already received notice from Sirius Black?
"Yes, I'm Stanfield. Just call me Stan. If I'm not mistaken, you must be Officer Russell. You got here just in time. Any later, and I would've swallowed a gun and killed myself."
Stanfield's eyes were vacant, his pupils utterly unfocused as he spoke, giving people the impression that he looked down on everyone.
But that was not the case. He had merely been tortured numb by despair. Nothing mattered to him anymore.
"All right, sheriff Stanfield."
Russell pulled out a pair of handcuffs. "Unfortunately, you're under arrest. Please come with me."
"Ah, no need to trouble yourself. I'm already prepared."
Under Russell's astonished gaze, Stanfield pulled out a pair of handcuffs from behind his waist, cuffed himself, then calmly walked