My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1847

"Why do you think so?" Jefferson slightly narrowed his eyes. Quill felt as if Jefferson would kill him with a single gaze if he misspoke.

Quill had been speaking fine, but after Jefferson glared at him and asked such a question, he instantly became less confident. "Mr. Hefner, I've just told you I don't have any evidence yet. It's just my intuition."

"Intuition? As the captain of the criminal police team, you're talking to me about intuition?" Intuition couldn't be used as evidence, but sometimes it could be oddly accurate. Jefferson looked at Harold and asked, "Harold, what do you think of this matter?"

"These cases may not look related, but the occurrences are weird. Even though some of the cases have been closed, there is a nagging feeling as though there's a bigger mastermind behind the scenes." After listening to Quill's report earlier that day, Harold read the file again. Although he had some doubts about the cases, they still needed evidence to come to anything conclusive.

"What do you want to do now? Reopen the case?" Jefferson stared at Harold coldly. "Just because of this guy's intuition? Isn't that a little ridiculous?"

"Yes, it is ridiculous to reopen a case simply based on an assumption. But what if there is someone bigger behind all of this?" Harold handed over a document to Jefferson and said, "As long as we find evidence, no matter who the real murderer is, we must bring him to justice. The law treats everyone equally with no exceptions."

Jefferson took over the document and glanced at the content. "Please sort out all the files of these cases and hand them over to me tomorrow."

After saying that, he stood up and strode away with proud steps. Onlookers would've probably mistaken him as the owner of this office.

Harold had watched Jefferson grow up into the man he was, so he knew what kind of person the latter was. No matter how Jefferson treated him, he would never get mad.

After Jefferson had left, Quill turned back and asked, "Does this mean Mr. Hefner intends to take over then?" "These cases are most likely related to the Carter couple's murder. Even if you don't want him to take over, he will." Harold picked up his teacup, took a sip of tea, and added, "Quill, go back and sort out your files quickly. You should hand it over to him early tomorrow, or he's going to come up with all sorts of ways to pester you."

"I will get them ready right away." Just as Quill was about to leave, Harold stopped him and reminded him, "Quill, one last thing. Are you sure you don't want to switch to a different department?"

"Thank you for offering, Director Hammer. But I've been in the criminal department for more than a decade, I can't do anything else other than that. Just let me help him however I can." Quill felt very ashamed at his failure in finding the murderer. Hence, he voluntarily came to Harold and proposed for Jefferson to take over his job, while he would assist Jefferson.

"You've been the captain for years. Are you sure you're willing to be his assistant?" It wasn't that Harold looked down on Jefferson, but he just couldn't understand Quill's thinking.

"There are some things that I'm too embarrassed to say in front of others, but I have nothing to hide in front of you." Quill sat down again. "Jefferson is young and doesn't have much experience in the criminal investigation. But he is sharp, he has good observation skills, and he is full of courage. He's been able to solve cases that we couldn't. I've worked with him for two days, and I couldn't keep up with his pace at all. I think I have much to learn from him."

Harold sighed and said, "You're being modest. If you weren't as capable as you say, do you honestly think you could have solved all those cases?"

"I wouldn't have come to you if I were that capable." Quill smiled bitterly. "Just earlier today, someone questioned the quality of my work. Although I was angry when I heard it, I calmed down and thought about it. I realized that she was right. I have to face my own flaws." Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

"Quill, don't do this just to be petty."

"Director Hammer, I assure you that I'm not. I've thought long and hard before coming to you today." Who wouldn't want to grow and develop themselves for the better? Besides, no one would be willing to fall back down once they had succeeded in climbing the ladder.

Quill was a smart person. He knew exactly what he lacked, and Jefferson had it all. "Now that Jefferson is willing to take up the job, let an old detective like me learn something new from him. If I ever have the chance to lead a team again, my subordinates won't look down on me anymore," he said.

"You think too highly of this kid..." Harold shook his head and sighed. "His life has been smooth sailing. I'm really worried that he will come crashing down one day. It's better if you are keeping an eye on him. If he gets too impulsive, hold him back. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain to his family if anything happens to him."

"I can't control him, but there is someone in our team who can," Quill suggested.

Harold naturally knew who Quill was talking about, so he didn't ask. "Despite being young and arrogant, he is really something else when it comes to doing his work. Look, this time, he single- handedly destroyed the largest drug trafficking group in Chatterton Town."

"That's right!" Quill nodded. "Only he would do something like that, no one else."

"Alright, carry on with your work then," Harold said, "Remember to prepare all the materials. Don't let him find an opportunity to criticize you."

Quill smiled and replied, "He's done it to me so many times that I'm immune to it now. Not to worry."

On the way home.

Adrienne asked curiously, "What did Harold want to talk to you about?"

Jefferson pushed his seat back down and lay back before replying, "Just some work stuff."

"What work stuff?"

"I'm afraid it's confidential."

Adrienne didn't ask further.

"Take us to Freddy' restaurant. I'll give Bruce and Tommy a call."

"Your leg is still healing. You can't drink," Adrienne replied.

"Who says I'm going to drink?"

"Aren't you inviting Tommy and the others over to Freddy's?"

"Asking them out doesn't necessarily mean we're drinking. What's going on in that brain of yours?"

He was doing so because they were Adrienne's only group of friends whom she could enjoy herself with. All she had been doing was working day and night, or taking care of him. If he didn't bring her out for some fresh air, she would wear herself out sooner or later.

"Freddy and Freya's wedding is around the corner. We should invite everyone out for a chat anyway to discuss what to do on that day." Thinking of her group of friends, Adrienne became more relaxed. "But I have to give Freya a call first. I want to eat her delicious cooking tonight."

While speaking, Adrienne took out her mobile phone and excitedly dialed Freya's number. "Freya, it's me, Adrienne. Are you free now? I want to have your best dishes for dinner tonight."