Arriving at home.
Frans immediately gave him a file about the company security guard who survived the robbers. And Edward was suspicious of the security guard.
"Here sir, the file you asked for," said Frans, placing the file on the table.
"Thank you Uncle!" Edward opened the file on the security guard.
"Why do you want to investigate?"
"There is something wrong with this case. Because only he was slightly injured while his partner had to lose his life!"
Francis nodded in understanding. He was very serious.
"But Master--" Frans was still curious why he should be suspected. As far as Frans recalls, according to the statement from the police and the security guard, he was making his rounds all over the floor. "Isn't he going around all the floors? He could be fine right." Frans gave his opinion based on the information given by the police and the security guard himself.
"It's just an alibi. And we have to prove that this incident was an inside game!" Edward insisted, he was so serious looking at the security guard named Immanuel's personal data file. Then, Edward's lips curved up. "Uncle, tomorrow you hire someone to watch over this security guard named Immanuel. But remember, don't get caught!"
"Yes Young Master!" said Frances. "But before that, what did you find in Immanuel's data file?"
"He's Uncle Jack's born. And my suspicions seem to point to my uncle and aunt!"
"What? So he...?"
"Yes, don't you know at all, Uncle?" he interrupted. Frans was disturbed, a little regretful.
"I'm sorry, young master. I wasn't very thorough in accepting employees at your company."
Edward cleared his throat as he tidied up his files. "Yes, it's okay, Uncle. This morning you carry out the orders I ordered. And this morning I will also go to the police station to ask for the autopsy results."
"Very well, sir! Then I shall excuse myself!" Frans said goodbye.
****
Morning, around 8am. Edward was getting ready to leave. Likewise Frans, he was very neat in a gray suit. His old face looked ten years younger than his age.
"Shall we go now, Uncle?" he asked. Francis nodded firmly.
"Have you found a detective to find out who Immanuel really is and what this has to do with Uncle Jack?"
"Yes, sir! I'm going to see him today. I'll probably follow you to the police station a little later."
"Fine, carry out orders as planned. Let's expose their crimes!"
"Yes sir!"
Edward got into the car first, followed by Frans who sat beside him. The car is running slow. The wheels of the car rotate slowly. Edward looked seriously looking outside. For the first time, the young man was wearing very neat clothes, sleek hair and also wearing a scarf. Usually, he always wears tight t-shirts that are very pressing on his body. Hair that is not as neat at this time.
Meanwhile, Frans was very serious about checking several files and also the huge loss he was holding. And he tried to contact the detective who would investigate Immanuel. He looked busy this morning, in fact, he didn't care if he had to be exhausted from not sleeping all night.
The car kept going at a moderate speed, the road so clear that the wheels of the car quickly stopped at one of the restaurants where the detective was meeting. He made reservations before he and Edward left the house.
"I got off here, sir."
"Fine, do your job, Uncle. Don't let me down!" he added. Frans just threw a smile at his employer.
Brak.
The doors closed, and cars began to leave him standing still. Unmoved, then stepped inside after the car had completely disappeared from his sight.
Then, not long after Edward's car parked in the courtyard of the Metropolis police office. The situation was still quite quiet with the police cars not fully parked, only five cars could be seen in the parking lot. Edward went down differently than usual, he was so elegant like the other rich kids.
He walked without blinking and glancing, straight ahead, into the five-story building.
"Good morning, sir! How can I help you?" asked the reporting section welcoming Edward's arrival.
"Yes, I'm Edward Graham Jr. I'd like to see Commander George who handles cases for my company!" Edward said, so authoritatively.
"Ooh, do you have an appointment?"
"Yes, yesterday. And we will meet here!"
"Alright, I'll first connect to our Commander!" said the cop.
Edward listened to what was being said, soon the police officer ended his conversation and put his phone back down. "Sorry for making you wait so long. Please go to his room," said the policeman. "You just go straight ahead, follow this road and then turn left. At the end of that road you will find Commander George's room!" he continued.
"Oh, all right. Thank you very much!" Edward rushed into George's room. There's not much time to waste, there's still a schedule for him to resolve this issue to the investors.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Edward knocked on George's door.
"Enter!" A loud voice came from behind the door. Edward did not hesitate to open the door.
"Good morning, Mister George!"
"Hey ... good morning, Mr. Edward! Sit down please!" said George standing up and telling the young master to sit on the chair in front of him.
"Thank you!" he said while adjusting the position of his jacket. "Let's get straight to it, the purpose of my coming here is as I told you earlier at the J&D Corp Building Television building," Edward continued without much preamble.
"Okay, I'll explain. So..." George began to tell the chronology that he got through the examination and also the events he got from Immanuel.
According to George, the robber was very familiar with Edward's company situation, so it was very easy for both the CCTV system and local security to beat him. George also explained, he and his team found several hand marks from the robbers, who allegedly used gloves to erase traces of the investigation. And also according to him, the weapons used by the robbers were SS2-VA5 A1 and MAG4 types, both weapons had bullets that quickly destroyed the heart and head.
Goerge also explained that one of the security guards who died was shot in the heart and also a hard blow to the head, resulting in deep injuries and blood clots in the brain.
"Such is the result of our investigation, Master Edward!"
Edward nodded in understanding. "Then, who is the insider who helped the robbers?" asked Edward, his suspicions that it was true that there were insiders who deliberately wanted to destroy his companies. "Have you found the initials of the person who potentially committed all these crimes?"
"Yes, but we're not sure yet!"
"What if it turns out that the person helping the robbers is that security guard named Immanuel?"
"What do you mean Mr. Edward?"
"I suspect that person, I ask you to interrogate him one more time. Because he is a descendant of my Uncle named Jack!"
George cleared his throat, he understood what Edward meant. "Okay, if that's what you think, my team and I will try to interrogate the security guard named Immanuel!"
"All right, then I'll excuse you. And I hope that, by interrogating Immanuel, you will be able to find the perpetrators of the robbery!" he said firmly.
George nodded swiftly. Edward left after all his talk with George was over.
Then at the restaurant. Frans continued to enter the restaurant, he looked for a seat that he had ordered. And there was a man dressed not like a detective. The man was very familiar in Frans' eyes. His feet kept moving, and the man looked up with a meaningful smile at Frans.
In fact, who is the man Frans meets at the restaurant?
****
To Be Continued.