New Gods of North America

With Little Taylor as a shining example, Wayne originally didn't hold much hope for the aesthetics of Americans in this era, only considering the officer's statement as a potential frame-up by the local intelligence agency.

But when he arrived in the waiting room and took a look, hey, she really was a beauty.

Nearly black brown hair, light green eyes, a conservative but form-fitting dress, and topped with a small lady's hat.

By Wayne's standards, this level of beauty was almost on par with Ineisha and Lina, and adding Miss Ovelia in her fully adorned state would make just enough for a mahjong game.

Alright, even if he was being framed by the local intelligence agency, at least such a scandalous news story with this level of beauty wouldn't be too embarrassing...

The beautiful woman even had a servant with her. Seeing the officer leading Wayne over, the maid began to introduce her:

"This is Miss Christiana, a big star at the 'Garden Theater' on Broadway. Her representative work is the previously sensational 'La Dame aux Camélias', which has been praised by various celebrities in New York City."

Hmm... she's got a background...

While Wayne politely tipped his hat in greeting, he pondered the amount this lawsuit might involve, and took the initiative to state that he had never met this person before, "Pleased to meet you."

The other party also nodded politely, and after briefly going through the formalities, she began to get down to business:

"I'm here to find Mr. Moliere. He's a Frankish businessman, but the officers told me he's dead? The body is said to be temporarily in your custody."

Tsk, you should have said you weren't here to scam me.

Wayne breathed a slight sigh of relief, but his expression turned solemn, "That's right. May I ask what your relationship with Mr. Moliere is?"

The other party said elegantly: "I am his fiancée... Can I see him one last time?"

Damn it,

Having such a beautiful fiancée and still flirting with Lina, you heartless Frenchman, you deserve to die.

Wayne was still waiting for the local intelligence agency to make their move, so he couldn't possibly say, "I'll have to go back and ask his opinion on this matter."

So he could only make an excuse to stall for time, saying that the remains still needed to be repaired and might take a few days. He also gave her a "warning shot", saying that according to Mr. Moliere's will, his remains needed to be handed over to his family by the detective agency, and his fiancée might not be able to see him in advance.

Leaving the big star and returning to the interrogation room, since Wayne had already obtained enough information, this "Robert" had basically said everything he could.

His version was similar to the others, even with less content. He claimed to be unaware of the cathedral assassination, but had previously received a message from the group to "temporarily cease all activities."

From his perspective, their group mainly targeted Frankish people, and while they didn't like Americans and Windsors, they weren't hostile either.

Unless someone targeted them first, then they would try to protect themselves.

After waiting all morning without anyone else coming to negotiate, Wayne began interrogating the members of the local intelligence agency, planning for the worst.

This time, Wayne deliberately avoided the topic of the local intelligence agency, taking a purely matter-of-fact attitude:

"You are now connected to the assassin group, and you haven't handed them over to the police. You are suspected of harboring and being accomplices. Explain your reasons for doing so."

The answers varied. Some said they didn't know, and others said, "You've messed with people you shouldn't have."

The first to crack was the extraordinary with a small position. Having witnessed the extraordinary abilities of the detectives during the arrest, he quickly realized that this matter was probably not that simple. Therefore, he was the most cooperative, only saying that he was acting on orders and had not violated any laws, but he couldn't say the specific source of the orders.

The interrogation content was recorded one by one, and the detective agency also copied a copy to take back. With the contents of both sides corroborating each other, the detective agency had now confirmed the "offending the local intelligence agency" matter.

Before "issuing the ticket", there was still room to "take a step back". Once the formal process was followed, the big shots would all have the power to ask a "why" or "what to do" based on the evidence, and the matter would gradually escape the detective agency's control. Afterwards, they could only adapt to the situation.

Wayne had no choice at the moment, so he asked Liam to return to the temporary base to inform Ineisha, and told the detectives to seize the time to verify the fingerprints and try to dig up more evidence to quickly drag out the third-party force to attract firepower.

There was nothing more to ask from the accomplices of the cathedral assassin at this time. In comparison, Wayne preferred chatting with the newly caught Robert.

At least he was the most heterosexual-looking one in the group, and the chance of collusion was the lowest. After Wayne told him about the possibility of being "soaped" by his accomplices, he was frightened, not expecting that his companions were all like that, and that he was actually someone else's substitute.

Leaving the police station with the setting sun, the most worthwhile clue to continue digging into was the vial that previously contained the poison.

It was now the only evidence that directly pointed to the third-party force. The fingerprints on it were the most valuable. If they could be directly matched successfully, they could lock down the specific suspect, and then follow the vine to catch whoever it was.

It was just a pity that there wasn't even a fingerprint database in this era. Just thinking about the amount of work involved in finding fingerprints made Wayne's head hurt.

...

"Actually, tracing the raw materials of the poison formula is also a feasible method. Although the effect is strong and the characteristics are not obvious, this kind of poison is relatively unpopular and cannot be overheated. It is more troublesome to prepare than many mineral poisons and is not a mainstream choice."

In the temporary base, Ineisha tried to provide other follow-up methods.

Lina and Willie had collected a bunch of bottles, cans, doorknobs, window glass, and so on from the local intelligence agency's safe house, and were also busy with it.

The detective agency's current methods of extracting fingerprints were also limited. They could only slowly sweep them out from smooth surfaces with carbon powder and the like. The accuracy was easily distorted when extracting and archiving, so in order to improve accuracy, the "original" also had to be retained.

As a result, over this period of time, the temporary base had become more and more like a junk recycling station. The temporary shelves set up in the room were almost piled to the ceiling, and there were still many that hadn't been processed in the dining room.

Wayne sat next to a pile of labeled old items eating dinner, and felt it was a good idea when he heard this, "We can try to investigate. But if the other party is organized, then it may be difficult for us outsiders to find their channels. We may not be able to allocate too much manpower there for the time being."

Ineisha also thought so, so she planned to go to the cathedral to ask, believing that they should be more familiar with the local pharmaceutical channels, and then try to go through them using the exclusion method.

Before she had even finished a sandwich, Liam poked his head out at the door of the dining room, "Boss, that chick from this morning has come to the door."

Why are there even home visits... I almost forgot about this...

Although the detective agency's temporary base wasn't a secret, it wasn't too public either. How did even an outsider find their way here?

Thinking that the other party might be Mr. Moliere's "reinforcements", Wayne asked Doug to ask for his opinion.

Mr. Moliere secretly peeked a few times from the window upstairs. Although he didn't know her before, he felt that the other party might be someone coming to contact him, so he chose to take a gamble.

After meeting the other party in the room, this heartless Frenchman's eyes lit up again. After a few probing words, it really was someone from Frank.

Since the security mission wasn't officially over yet, and Mr. Moliere still had contact with that third-party force, he still had value for the time being. Therefore, detectives were still outside the open door of the room in case of emergency, but they were trying to maintain a polite distance to avoid continuing to eavesdrop on their conversation.

But what was a bit exaggerated was that this chick seemed to really be a big star, said to be the kind that could occupy space in many pictorials. At the same time, she was neither a partner nor a "client" of the detective agency, so the detectives didn't have any awe of her.

So under Liam's lead, the detectives outside the room quickly changed several groups in a row, nominally rotating on duty and protecting the client's privacy, but actually coming to watch the gossip and see the world.

Wayne didn't care much about this kind of trivial matter, so he let them do as they pleased, just as long as they came and went quickly and didn't delay their duties.

Lina, as Mr. Moliere's current pursuer, dismissed the idea of joining in the fun after learning that the other party wasn't Mr. Moliere's real fiancée, and continued to watch Willie and the others compare fingerprints.

Then the big spider Peter jumped back from somewhere. Wayne couldn't understand its sign language, but Lina said "Huh?"