Compared to Nick, Renard, who had reached a high-ranking position just past forty, seemed more like the protagonist of a TV show or novel. Not only was he handsome, but he reportedly came from a distinguished family, and someone like that naturally had ambitions.
In fact, what this young police inspector wanted was not credit for solving cases. After all, the only positions he could pursue one step higher were deputy police chief or police chief.
Renard had no interest in becoming police chief. He told Nick frankly that his goal was to enter politics and get elected mayor of Portland, so what he craved most right now was a reputation.
So when Nick was called into the police inspector's office, he was rather surprised to hear this candid confession, which felt a little too personal given how well they knew each other.
Of course, he did not particularly mind having the spotlight stolen this time. Not because he was especially humble or reserved-even people from Cyrus rarely turned down a chance to appear on camera in such a positive setting. It was not as if this were some street interview asking whether you were happy.
But Nick also realized that appearing on camera too often was not a good thing. The forces hunting Aunt Mary were still hidden behind the scenes. By rights, they should have come knocking long ago, yet for some reason, there had been no movement.
Being too conspicuous at a time like this was not wise. Besides, Renard could not take his credit away. The reports would be written as they should be, the case files laid everything out clearly, and a copy would have to be filed with the FBI afterward.
"I have great faith in your abilities, Nick." As usual, Renard sat behind