By the time they arrived at the hospital, the rain seemed to have become even heavier. Sunny and Effie jogged from the parking lot to the entrance, where groups of workers in yellow raincoats were busy building sandbag barricades around the building. The same was happening in many parts of the city after a flooding warning was issued earlier in the morning, with a small army of volunteers mobilized by the Valor Group.
Before diving into the dry safety of the hospital's lobby, Sunny looked up at the stormy expanse of the grey sky.
Noticing them, Mordret smiled.
Mordret remained silent for a few moments, then nodded.
"And while I don't want to brag, I have to point out that the Valor Group has no competitors. We are too vast and powerful to have enemies… so, there is a high chance that this assassination was ordered by someone within the company. You have already demonstrated your willingness to ignore the pressure exerted by the higher-ups of the Valor Group — very few people would. So, you see, that makes you two the best candidates to investigate this case."
"How do you mean?"
He had assumed that all archaic PTVs were like his pitiful rust bucket.
Sunny nodded.
The young CEO was making a lot of sense… but there also seemed to be something off about his logic.
Investigating the assassination attempt would give Sunny easy access to Mordret and the inner workings of the Valor Group, though, so he was not going to refuse… not that the Captain had given them an option to refuse.
'What the hell?'
No… it was merely his backup palace on wheels.
"Why? Well… I guess you've made an impression?"
"I… wouldn't personally put it quite that way. I am sure there are countless honest and trustworthy people in the Mirage City Police Department. It is just that I do not know them personally."
Lowering himself on a soft leather cushion, Sunny looked around with a strange expression.
The heavy sky looked like it would split open at any moment now.
Sunny glanced at the file he had retrieved from the hospital administration before coming to see Mordret.
'What the hell is wrong with him?'
Sunny stared at Mordret with a strange expression.
"Yes. I've been told that he did."
"So, basically, what you are saying is that we are the only two cops in Mirage City that you know for a fact can't be bought?"
They followed Mordret back the way they came. As they did, Sunny asked the question that had been tormenting him for the last couple of hours:
Why was he so happy? Even if he had not sustained heavy injuries in the assassination attempt, it was still a traumatic experience. If Sunny was right and this version of Mordret had spent most of his life in Mirage City, then he should not have experienced many brushes with death, let alone with murder and violence. People like that did not usually brim with positive energy after surviving an attempt on their life.
"You should know that you are a suspect in another case we are investigating. Needless to say, there is somewhat of a conflict of interest… not to mention that a person of your status would usually feel offended by two detectives interrogating them. Considering the vast resources at your disposal, we are not exactly the best choice, are we?"
Effie chuckled.
"Ah… yes. No problem."
It did not take them long to arrive at the VIP ward where Mordret was being treated. The ward — if it could even be called that — resembled a presidential suite in a luxury hotel more than it resembled a patient room. It was definitely much larger than Sunny's entire apartment, furnished with a degree of lavishness few people could ever dream of, let alone experience.free.web(n)ove(l)(.)c(o)m
"Excuse me, Mr. Mordret, but may I ask why you requested my partner and me to be assigned to your case?"
"Ah, detectives!"
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