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Chapter 169 Bennett was stunned. When they first got there, the place was already a mess.

87% 58) It all started when Brent realized his wife was missing. He went hto look for her but couldn't find her. When he cback, the clinic was closed.

He broke in and saw that the place was empty. He started shouting, which drew a crowd from the farmers' market.

The well-meaning vendors trampled all over the place, mixing their footprints with the dirty water on the floor. Any useful tracks were lost.

The tables and walls were covered in fingerprints, mostly from the vendors. They spent days investigating, and the forensics team was exhausted from trying to make sense of it all.

But Quinlyn managed to find the culprit's tracks among the mess and traced them to the alley, even pointing out that the suspect had left on a motorcycle, carrying something heavy.

"Now that we have a trail, I'll send someone to check the nearby surveillance right away," Bennett said, breathing a sigh of relief as he took out his phone to make arrangements.

Quinlyn looked at the busy streets and suddenly turned to Joseph, grabbing his hand. "I want that candy I saw at the farmers' market earlier." Joseph frowned, thinking that candy from a small shop wasn't fresh and that they should go to a big supermarket instead. But then he felt a gentle tickle in his palm.

He paused, glanced around, and nodded. "Alright, I'll go with you." Since there was nothing left for them to do, they left without drawing any attention.

Bennett teased Quinlyn, "You eat so much candy. You'd better watch out for cavities." Quinlyn nodded obediently. "I promise I'll brush my teeth every day." Bennett just laughed.

They returned to the farmers' market and were greeted warmly by a vendor. "Oh, aren't you the cute kid from earlier? What brings you back? Do you want to buy sveggies? They're all fresh." "No, thanks. I'm here for candy," Quinlyn said firmly, shaking her head at the vendor's attempt to sell her vegetables.

The vendor chuckled, "Alright. Kids are always craving snacks. Go ahead." She waved them off with a smile. Quinlyn, holding Joseph's hand, skipped over to the small shop and started picking through the candy jars. Af while, she chose two pieces and went to pay.

"Hey, kid, you need to pay for everything in your pocket too," the shop owner, Wallace Rivera, said.

Quinlyn instinctively stepped back. "I don't have anything in my pocket. Just these two candies." Wallace clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed. He called out to Joseph, "Hey! Chere. Your sister stole scandy. Make her give it back, and I won't press charges." Joseph froze for a moment, looking down at Quinlyn. They exchanged glances, and he frowned, "My sister doesn't steal. You're mistaken. Let's go." As he tried to leave, Wallace grabbed his arm. "Don't you dare walk away!" 1/3 Chapter 169 87% 58) "Don't touch me!" Joseph shook him off, but he was too forceful and knocked sitems off the counter. Cigarettes and snacks spilled all over the floor. Without a second glance, Joseph stepped right on them.

"Damn it. Do you think I'm a pushover?" Wallace's fist swung at Joseph.

Joseph closed his eyes, bracing for the punch. But it never came. Instead, he heard Wallace's scream.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the tall Wallace slammed into a shelf, with several racks collapsing on top of him. Quinlyn. stood in front of Joseph, expressionless, protecting him from harm.

When Bennett arrived in the alley, he was stunned by what he heard. He looked at Quinlyn again and again. "No way. Did you steal something?" "No, I didn't steal," Quinlyn said calmly, shaking her head.

Wallace, who had been trying to back down, was furious. Ignoring the neighbors' pleas, he pointed at Quinlyn and Joseph, shouting, "I'm going to sue you!" Bennett, seeing the situation getting out of hand, sighed, "Let's just head back to the station and take statements." Everyone was taken into custody. As they got into the police car, Quinlyn slowly took out a piece of candy from her pocket, unwrapped it, and popped it into her mouth.

Wallace immediately pointed at her. "See? She admits it!" Bennett, sitting in the front, glanced at her in the rearview mirror and winced. "Hey, Quinlyn. Even though we're friends, I can't play favorites. You can't be so blatant about stealing." He was still wearing his badge and couldn't let this slide. He thought, 'When did Quinlyn pick up this bad habit? I'll have to talk to her family about this. She has the potential to be a great detective. I can't let her go astray.

As he was lost in thought about Quinlyn's future, he suddenly heard from the back seat. "Mr. Youngblood, he's in on it." 'What?' Bennett was taken aback for a moment. But Wallace's face turned pale, and he lunged at the officer in the driver's seat.

Quinlyn was fast. She grabbed his arm, twisted it back, and used his pain to slam him to the side. When he reached for his phone, she twisted his other arm. Wallace was now lying there, limp.

Bennett looked at Wallace, who was now like a dead fish, and held up the handcuffs he had taken out. "Guess these aren't really necessary, huh?" He wasn't that heartless.

When Joseph got out of the second police car and saw Wallace's miserable state, he couldn't help but laugh. He walked over to Quinlyn and raised his eyebrows at her. "How was my performance?" Quinlyn gave him a thumbs-up. "Perfect." Joseph felt happier about this than he did about getting accepted to Briarwood University.

Once they got to the station, everyone realized that Quinlyn had deliberately led the man away from the farmers' market.

"Why did you have to do all that? You don't actually suspect..." Bennett hesitated to finish the sentence. Quinlyn nodded and finished it for him. "Yeah, everyone at that farmers' market is in on it." Everyone was stunned. "Whoa!" 11:31 Thu, 27 Mar Chapter 169

"You're really bold. When I first took statements, I suspected they weren't telling the truth, but just thought they were trying to avoid trouble and pretended not to see anything. Bennett said. 87% He was experienced enough to spot inconsistencies. The farmers' market was a hub of gossip. There was no way the vendors had no idea what their neighbors were up to.

And their eagerness to help search the shop didn't add up. Quinlyn wasn't just being reckless. She had seen the tracks inside the shop and on the road.

"There were too many fingerprints in the shop. It didn't look like they were searching for someone. It looked like they were trying to confuse things.

. And at the crossroads, there were identical tire marks on the road, even with the sweight," Quinlyn explained.

This meant following the trail would be pointless. The clues kept splitting and led nowhere. Sure enough, thẻ team checking the surveillance cback a few minutes later. There were several motorcycles at the intersection, but none were carrying anyone.

So now, Wallace was the only lead they had.

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