But he didn’t think much of it, at least not toward Christine White.
“And where, may I ask, did Chief Camp learn about the daytime incident?” Baird Lane’s hand squeezing his cell phone slowly tightened.
Bess Camp, of course, heard his skepticism and smiled unconcernedly before going over the reasons she had told Ives Norton to tell Christine White.
It still makes sense, and Baird Lane can’t pick out the problem, so he doesn’t hold on to it anymore.
At this point, Bess Camp, out of some unknown state of mind, suddenly said, “President Lane, it’s a great shame about Ms. White, and I ask for your condolences.”
“She’s not dead!” Baird Lane’s eyes glazed over and his voice spat out grimly.
Bess Camp raised her eyebrows in mock surprise, “Not dead? But I heard Ms. White was killed by the fire …”
“She’s just missing!” Baird Lane interrupted him sternly, “I’ll find her!”
Hearing these words of certainty and conviction from Baird Lane, Bess Camp looked faintly moved, and for a moment the impulse came to him to give out the news that the man was with him.
Well, in the end reason overcame impulse and he swallowed back what he was about to say and said instead, “In that case, I wish you, President Lane, a speedy search for Ms. White.”
Baird Lane’s grim face improved slightly at these words from Bess Camp.
But he didn’t return the call and simply cut it off.
“What did you just have to report, go ahead.” Baird Lane dropped his cell phone on the bed and finally looked squarely at Gates, who had been acting as the invisible man.
Gates gets a little excited, thinking about how he’s been here, for so long, and wants to give something back, but as soon as he opens his mouth, President Lane tells him to shut up.
Now President Lane has finally figured it out and is willing to listen to his report.
Gates was touched in his heart, but on his face he spoke earnestly, “It’s like this President Lane, the fire police called me a little while ago and said they found a body at the scene.”
“A corpse?” Baird Lane’s face plummeted, and his breath cluttered around him.
Could it be Christine White?
Seeming to see what Baird Lane was thinking, Gates shook his head and said, “President Lane, that body was not a lady, but a male.”
“Male?” Baird Lane calmed down a little when he heard it wasn’t Christine White, but his face still looked bad.
“Where are the males from?” He asked, frowning.
Gates pushed up his glasses, “President Lane, have you forgotten about Mick White?”
“You mean that body was Mick White?” said Baird Lane, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.
Gates nodded, “Yes, I had all the suspicions when the fire marshal told me it was a man’s body, because I remembered that before the explosion, the missus said that Mick White might still be there, so I specifically had someone go to The White Family to find Mick White’s toothbrush, and after the DNA comparison, the body was indeed him, and he had been tied up and burned alive.”
“Well,” Baird Lane heard, and except for a moment of surprise when he first learned that Mick White was dead, he wasn’t too shaken up now that he’d heard him die so gruesomely.
As far as he was concerned, people like Mick White were too good to die!
“Notify the couple from The White Family to come down to the station sometime to pick up the body!” Baird Lane instructed, pressing his brow.
Gates immediately replied back, “I’ve been informed.”
“That’s good.” Baird Lane lowered his hand, then his eyes twinkled twice before he asked again, “Was there only one body?”
Gates froze, then quickly reacted and rushed back, “Yes, carpet searched the entire ruins and only found Mick White, no ma’am, which means that ma’am might actually still be alive.”
He knew very well that President Lane had never believed that Mrs. might have been killed by the fire, as evidenced by the phone call just now, so of course he spoke along with President Lane’s thoughts.
And he was now beginning to believe somewhat that the Lady was still alive; if she had really been engulfed in the fire at that time, she should have left her body just as Mick White had done, not just Mick White’s alone.
So he was thinking that either Madame had escaped the industrial area before the fire engulfed her, or she had been rescued, but of course the former was unlikely, Madame was in such poor health that she could never outrun the speed at which the fire was spreading on her legs alone.
But in the latter case, who would have been so capable of saving the lady in that situation?
Before Gates could even think about this question, he heard Baird Lane barking orders again, “I want you to send two echelons of men to continue the search in the neighborhoods around the industrial area, and make sure you find the man for me.”
Instead of immediately agreeing, Gates asked rhetorically, “President Lane, what if the missus isn’t in that area?”
Baird Lane pursed his thin lips, “Then pull the surveillance from various roads in that area and see if they caught her leaving.”
“Yes!” Gates had no more objections this time and took the job.
“Also, what about Molly Bort with that driver, what did they say?” Baird Lane had a slight headache and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Gates bowed his head in shame, “President Lane, they still say the lady got out of the car herself to get to Mick White.”
“No torture?” Baird Lane’s tone was light, but if you listened closely, you could hear the bone-chilling chill.
Gates scratched his hair, “It was used, but only on the driver alone, Molly Bort wasn’t used.”
At that, a look of dissatisfaction was evident in Baird Lane’s narrowed phoenix eyes, “Give me a satisfactory reason.”
“She’s pregnant.” Gates darted a quick glance at his expression.
Baird Lane was solidly shocked at this, “Pregnant?”
“Yes, it’s been almost three months, and three months ago, Toby Dean happened to be in C-City.” Gates elaborated.
So it’s a no-brainer who this baby in Molly Bort’s belly belongs to.
Baird Lane sneered, “This pregnancy of hers, the pregnancy is really timely ah, in that case, let her go for the time being, as for that driver, break one or two of his legs for me, as a driver taking money and not doing anything, even the lady gets off the bus without stopping, such a person, what’s the use of keeping him!”
“Yes!” Gates nodded.
He was not the least bit surprised or offended by this order from Baird Lane, and even felt it was a bit light.
Because such behavior on the part of the driver is tantamount to letting the lady go to her death!
“I’ll do that then.” With that thought, Gates was about to leave.
Baird Lane called out to him, “Wait a minute.”
“Is there anything else President Lane wants.” Gates paused.
Baird Lane clenched his fists, “Take that driver to Molly Bort and beat her to her face, since she’s pregnant and can’t do anything to her physically, torture her mentally.”
Hearing this, a silent wave of sympathy rose in Gates’ heart for Molly Bort, and he was really worried that she’d be scared into miscarrying for a while.
Click.
The door to the room slammed back shut.
Baird Lane was the only one left in the large room, he sat on the edge of the bed with his tall back slightly stooped, his arms crossed and his head hung low, his hair spilled down, creating a shadow that covered his stern face, making it impossible to see his eyes and expression at the moment.
But the aura that permeated his body was cold and low, like a wounded lone wolf, so that people did not dare to approach.
He’d never believe Molly Bort’s bullshit with the driver.
Christine White would never get out of the car for Mick White either. In her heart, there may still be a little bit of kinship for Mick White, but that little bit is definitely not enough to make her wade through that situation.
Not to mention she was pregnant, he knew better than anyone how much she cared about the baby in her belly, and for the sake of the baby, she wouldn’t even get out of the car, so there was definitely something wrong with Molly Bort and that driver!