Chapter 1694 Officer Zimmerman
When I wanted to push him awake, Ashton suddenly opened his eyes. Stunned by his actions, I almost screamed as I clutched my chest.
After a few seconds, he turned around and asked me puzzledly, “Why are you up so early?”
“A guest is waiting for us downstairs,” I answered. “What did you dream about?”
Drooping his eyelids, he quickly concealed his emotions and got up from the bed. “It’s nothing. Isn’t there a guest waiting for us? You should quickly get ready and head downstairs. Don’t make them wait for too long.”
Ashton thought he had hidden it well, but he did not know I had seen through him when he was asleep.
Many dilemmas had long been solved. Therefore, I was curious about the issue that troubled him so badly.
Seeing that he already had his jacket on, I quickly got ready to meet the guests.
As we rounded the staircase, I caught a glimpse of the man from the military. The officer was wearing a sharp suit, and a regal aura exuded off him. Although I could only see his back, his aura was hard to hide.
The two soldiers guarding beside the door seemed to be his guards. It looked like the man was someone influential.
After arriving at the last step of the staircase, Ashton greeted, “Sorry for the long wait.”
Upon hearing that, the officer stood up and shook hands with Ashton. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Fuller.”
After saying that, he nodded in my direction as a greeting.
The both of them sat down, and Ashton immediately cut to the chase. “May I know why you are here today?”
The man skipped the pleasantries and took a black wallet out from his pocket. “This is my identification document. I’m an officer at the 4th Brigade of District 8, mainly in charge of the anti-narcotics team near the border.”
Ashton took the documents in his hand and scanned through them with me. Then, he passed it back to him calmly. “Officer Zimmerman, may I know what we can do for you?”
Benson Zimmerman’s well-defined features showed off a rugged and masculine front. He seemed to be a born soldier with his image that gave off a straightforward vibe.
However, I found his eyes to be quite familiar. Perhaps I once passed by him.
As expected, Benson went straight to the topic. “According to the information we have, it seems that Lucas and Quince have frequently been going in and out the Fuller residence.”
There was a reason behind the saying that one would take on the color of one’s company. After interacting with people like them, we were painted a target by the police.
Lowering his eyes, Ashton did not deny it. “It seems like that’s the case.”
Benson’s face was solemn as he narrowed his eyebrows. “How much do you know about the both of them?”
He remained a somewhat polite attitude, for he did not group us with Ashton and Quince without hearing us out.
As the officer was sincere, Ashton did not avoid the question and answered honestly, “I know them quite well, so you can be more straightforward with your question.”
“Okay.” With a nod, Benson went straight to the point. “If that’s the case, I’m sure you know what I want to ask. Please give me a definite answer, then. Yes or no?”
It was apparent what Benson wanted to ask him — if Ashton was involved with the evil.
Although the question was not difficult to answer, Ashton stayed silent.
Everyone knew what it meant for one to stay silent after being asked a moral question.
The both of them stared at each other, and sparks seemed to be flying among them.
Fearing Benson would misunderstand, I quickly answered the question, “No.”
At that moment, Benson turned toward me. The sincere look on his face was gone and replaced by a stern and righteous expression. He seemed ready to prove us guilty anytime soon.
