The Warden of The Witches

Chapter 17:

Chapter 17:

Lapdog till the End...

In the evening, Aiden arrived at the prison's interview room. As soon as he walked in, he saw Dailey, the witch he had entrusted with the surveillance task, sound asleep with crumbs of butter berry pie still stuck to the corner of her mouth.

Seeing her sweet sleeping face, Aiden's eye twitched.

He turned around and went back to the door, reaching out to the guard outside the interview room. "Can I borrow a baton?"

Once he had the baton in hand, Aiden returned to the table, stared at Dailey for a moment, then forcefully slammed the iron table with the baton.

A loud bang echoed, and Dailey woke up with a sharp scream, and her body shot up straight like a spring.

"Good morning, Dailey. Did you sleep well?" Aiden stared at the witch in front of him with a half-smile, while tapping the palm of his hand with the baton.

"Wa-warden?" Dailey only realized who had woken her up. She took a breath, her shackled hands clutching her chest. "Don't scare me like that, my heart nearly stopped."

"wipe the corners of your mouth After you finish eating" Aiden pointed to his own mouth as a reminder to Dailey.

"Oh dear, you saw me in such an undignified state," Dailey stuck out her tongue, trying to lick the corners of her mouth, but there was still a bit she couldn't reach.

"You didn't clean it all. Use your hand to wipe it," Aiden frowned.

"Then, Warden, can you help me?" Dailey pouted at Aiden, extending her fair neck and lifting her face towards him.

"Alright, sure."

Aiden revealed a "kind" smile, and his right hand slowly lifted, rising higher than his shoulder, as if preparing to deliver an earth-shatering slap.

"Okay, I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself!" Dailey quickly changed her tone, and wipe the corners of her mouth with finger.

"If my memory serves me right, I entrusted you with the surveillance task, didn't I?" Aiden's expression turned serious.

He sat down in the seat opposite Dailey, placing the baton menacingly on the table.

"I allowed you to keep your spell-casting privileges alone in this interview room for the entire afternoon. I even went out of my way to buy you some snacks, and what do I find when I come in? You asleep on the table. You better not slacking off or else....."

"How could that be possible!" Dailey quickly forced a smile, poking her index finger, cautiously explaining.

"I was just too tired, you know? Using magical spells for an extended period really drains my energy, and I can't keep an eye on the target right now."

"What do you mean?"

"I can only possess an animal to monitor him, but he entered a place I couldn't access," Dailey shrugged helplessly.

"Where?"

"A nightclub called Midnight Rose in Firework Alley. He was led in by a chubby man..."

"Hold on!" Aiden immediately reacted. "Say that again."

"He went to a nightclub called Midnight Rose..."

"Not that, the other half!" Aiden's gaze bore into Dailey.

"He went with a chubby man."

"Was it the mounted officer with a mustache who kicked me out of the reception room this morning?"

"Um... it seems to be him," Dailey thought for a moment and gave a definite answer.

It was Jialong Rowton, Aiden was now certain.

"When did they meet?" Aiden pressed on.

"Around 8:30 in the evening, I think it was the chubby guy who invited the kid out."

These two were actually involved together. It seemed like his initial speculation was on the right track.

Based on the information provided by Veronica, Jialong Rowton was currently the most likely real culprit of the murder. And Bruce Kane, in order to protect him, got rid of the evidence and framed Veronica.

If this reasoning was correct, then these two were undoubtedly accomplices. If one of them was under investigation, the other would definitely be nervous.

Today, when he arranged to talk to Bruce, Jialong hurriedly arrived at the meeting room to interrupt their conversation. And later in the evening, he arranged to meet Bruce privately... Was he trying to warn him?

If so, how did Jialong manage to make Bruce provide false testimony?

Was it through bribery, or using his authority and background to coerce him... or perhaps, a combination of both.

In order to find the flaw in Bruce's false testimony, this point was crucial.

"Tell me about that kid's schedule today," Aiden instructed Dailey.

"I've written it down on the paper, please take a look," Dailey handed over a report paper placed on the table.

Aiden took it, then suddenly frowned and shook the paper, "Why is this paper wet?"

There was a large wet mark on the report paper, and a small portion of the ink-written words had smudged.

"Well, um...," Dailey pursed her lips, a bit embarrassed, "I accidentally spilled water while drinking..."

"It's probably drool from when you were sleeping!"

Aiden bluntly pointed it out, then laid the paper flat on the table and started to carefully read the contents.

"At two ten in the afternoon, he left the police station for patrol in the Upper City. While passing by the Royal Opera House, he queued outside to reserve two tickets... Hmm?" Aiden pondered, "I remember the tickets there aren't cheap, right?"

The Royal Opera House was the most luxurious theater in the entire Silver City. If a popular show was on, a ticket would cost at least a dozen shilings.

In terms of Aiden's original world, it was comparable to a regular ticket for a star's concert that was almost a thousand bucks, and it would even double in the hands of scalpers.

"It's probably for a date with a girl, Chief Warden, you'll see if you keep reading," Dailey smiled meaningfully.

Aiden continued reading, "He returned to the police station at five o'clock, left work at five thirty, and went to the Queen's Hotel, he sat at a window-side seat.

Around six, a female companion arrived, they had dinner until seven..."

He lifted his face and asked Dailey, "How old did the female companion look?"

"About twenty years old, young for sure."

"Lovers?"

"There's a subtle difference, in my opinion, the kid is probably pursuing her," Dailey said with a knowing smile,

"If you look further down, after dinner they went shopping. The young man even bought the girl a coat, but he didn't hold her hand the entire time."

Aiden once again fell into contemplation. The Queen's Hotel had an average per-person expense of around ten shilings.

roughly equivalent to the per-person expense of four or five hundred in Aiden's previous world, a bit on the pricier side.

Considering Bruce's salary as a probationary officer, it was probably just over a pound per week.

Even if he recently received a promotion, the increase wouldn't be that significant. If we must insist, the difference in economic strength wasn't that different compared to those office workers earning four or five thousand a month.

If Bruce came from a middle-class family, this level of expenditure could be understood. However, according to Veronica, this guy seemed to come from a rather humble background.

If that was indeed the case, him spending money so extravagantly to pursue a girl...

"He's either struck gold, or he's a complete lapdog," Aiden muttered.

Hearing this, Dailey showed a playful smile to Aiden, "Actually, I'm also your lapdog, woof woof!"

She gestured with her hand in the shape of a dog's paw, striking cute pose.

"Heh, you..." Aiden raised an eyebrow at her, "You should be considered my lackey."

"Ah, I'm heartbroken. After all, someone has such a strong affection for you," Dailey playfully slumped onto the table, pretending to be heartbroken.

Aiden ignored her and continued to focus on the report paper.

When it came to prisoners saying things like this to him, he would never believed it.

In his eyes, there was no emotion between him and these female inmates he used, only transactions based on interests.

After all, the most Taboo thing in this line of work was to easily trust a prisoner.