Acquitted?
Ray could no longer keep his expression under control. Disbelief covered his face.
Fisk had put in a great deal of effort lately.
But Ray was no fool. If Fisk had not been involved in those things, how could he have known so many details?
In all likelihood, Fisk had been involved.
Yet now, the court had declared Fisk innocent and released him?
It turned Ray's entire worldview upside down.
He was so stunned that he could not even worry about losing control of his expression.
Ray wanted to speak, but as he opened his mouth, he remembered his position.
He glanced sideways at his colleagues. Not one of them looked remotely surprised.
A terrifying thought crept into Ray's mind almost immediately.
They... weren't surprised.
A chill crawled up his back.
As a rising star in the FBI, how could Ray fail to understand? His colleagues probably had unusual ties to Fisk.
Then he thought of Dax.
Dax had taken the day off. Could he also be...
Ray did not dare pursue that thought. Had Dax, whom he considered a close brother, become one of Fisk's men too?
He buried the thought deep inside.
Dax was not here. Perhaps he really was sick.
If even the person he trusted most had deceived him, Ray might not be able to bear it.
News of Fisk's acquittal had not yet spread.
Outside, reporters had already surrounded the courthouse.
They were all waiting for a verdict.
They wanted Fisk back in prison, not eating and drinking in a hotel on the taxpayers' dime.
Why did a criminal deserve such luxurious treatment?
People resented injustice. They struggled to get by while obeying the law, yet criminals who broke it got to enjoy fine food.
No one could accept that.
Peggy and Fudge were