New Gods of North America.

Chapter 479 Dessert
After becoming alert, Wayne did not tell the police where Mr. Morrie was until the end.

But he still made a secret, saying that the detective agency had accepted Mr. Molière's security commission and would protect his safety during this period.

The agents now have a preliminary understanding of the situation. Of course, it may also be because they are more experienced in this area, so they quickly figured out the route the attackers used to invade the house in the early stages.

Following the only window that had signs of being pried open, the detectives also found some suspicious footprints on the muddy ground in the garden, and began to practice extracting them using plaster injection molding on the spot.

It was inconvenient to extract fingerprints from the window frame late at night, so they simply took down the window, packed it up, and found wooden boards from the utility room next door to nail the window frame shut.

Since Wayne came with Mr. Morrie's house key, the neighborhood security had no way of confirming whether the detective agency's act of vandalizing the property had been authorized by the resident, so they dared not stop it and could only watch.

It was not until the leading security officer saw the agent dig up a piece of blood-stained soil on the edge of the garden and was about to take it away that he finally couldn't hold back and asked, "You can even use this as evidence?"

Wayne acted professionally:

"The presence of bloodstains can serve as physical evidence, indirectly proving that an attack did take place tonight.

"At the same time, the bloodstains themselves also contain a lot of information. For example, based on the shape of the blood after it dripped, we can infer the height of the drip and the direction in which it was carried at the time. Everything found at the scene may be useful."

Regardless of whether the footprints were useful or not, and whether fingerprints could be found on the windows, after going through this process and Wayne's on-site explanation, even the police officers were a little stunned.

Wayne, standing beside him, raised his head silently with his nose turned up high and said, "Just tell me whether our detective agency looks professional or not."

Inesa originally wanted to continue tracking by following the footprints and ruts on the road, but with the constant coming and going of cars in the city and the mixed smells, she wasn't sure if she could really find the attacker by following the smell of blood on the body.
Wayne thought about it and advised her to forget it. "Since the attackers' target is Mr. Morrie, we just need to protect him. Regardless of whether they will come to us later, their original plan has failed. After all, the detective agency has limited manpower, and the other side seems to have a lot of manpower. For the time being, we should try to avoid being too dispersed."

In fact, Wayne mainly felt that the enemy might be powerful, so the detective agency's combat power had to be distributed reasonably.

Wayne had not wanted all three partners to come to the scene at the same time, but Inissa's ability in blood tracing was irreplaceable, and Lina's expertise was just right, so it was difficult to choose.
In addition, there are surveillance points arranged by the local agent organization near the temporary base of the detective agency. If something happens, they will definitely keep an eye on it, so Inesa and Lina came here together.

If Inissa were to lead the team to track down the enemy now, it would be a waste of resources.
But we can let Connor go. This guy is also a hunter who is good at tracking and is very cunning. He should have no problem protecting himself.

……

On the other side of Richmond, a dance was already in its second half.

The big shots who attended the ball were basically no longer in the banquet hall at this time. Instead, they were in various places in the manor, socializing publicly or privately. Basically, they would continue to socialize until the ball was about to end, and then they would gradually return to the public's sight.
This is not only to allow the guests to have more fun, but also the real meaning of many balls. The owner of the manor has now received the promise he wanted and is preparing to leave his private reception room to give the space to two distinguished guests who seem to need a private conversation.

So he stated his proposal very subtly, "Reverend Tyrell, Mr. Walter, in order to satisfy the guests tonight, I asked the butler to take out the precious red wine and cigars. Now I can't help but go to the cigar room to taste them. I wonder if you two are interested?"

Reverend Tyrell said with a smile that he was not suitable for such enjoyment recently, but Senator Walter did not mind such an unexpected small reward.
The latter nodded happily while sitting in his original position, "The weather is nice tonight, leave me a spot where I can bathe in the moonlight."

The owner of the manor smiled and agreed to leave. As soon as he closed the door himself, he quickly ordered the valet waiting outside the door to find the butler, asking the butler to arrange the most suitable room for him as soon as possible and notify him in time to go over and wait.

Unlike the hurried footsteps outside the door, the reception room still maintained its previous leisurely state.
Reverend Tyrell raised his glass and took a sip. "Walter, what do you think of the assassination of the cathedral treasurer?"

Walter Norton showed a thoughtful expression on his face. "That was something related to the church. I didn't know the details. Corleone arranged for someone to investigate before going to New York City. I met with Wayne two days ago."

Reverend Tyrell did not hide it. "I am also investigating that case. If the results of the investigation satisfy Corleone, I think he may express his support for me before the election of the bishop."

Walter Norton sat up a little straighter. "What kind of clues do you need? I know that the murderer of the assassination seems to have some connection with MI7, but they are all from Prussia. It depends on which direction you want to lead the matter."

"Many of our families are doing business with the Windsors. There is no need to involve MI7 in this matter."

Reverend Tyrell thought for a moment and said, "As for the Prussians or the Hans, it's not surprising that they would target Windsor and Frank, but if they were to attack the church... do you think Corleone would agree with this conclusion?"

Walter Norton spread his hands: "They are just a group of avengers in war. Who knows what kind of lunatics they will become. Maybe they wanted to put the blame on the Franks, but failed."

Reverend Tyrell looked like an untalented old trader who didn't even know what he was selling. "This statement doesn't match the murderer's confession. If they were trying to provoke a dispute, wouldn't it be more effective to just kill Corleone?"

He hesitated for a moment: "Could it be that one of our people is involved?"

Walter Norton's expression remained unchanged. "It's unlikely. And in this case, there's no need to spread the fire to one's own people, right? I'll have someone visit you tomorrow. That group of people has taken action several times since they came to Virginia. We found that they haven't closed the net yet. You can use that group of people as sacrifices, or give them a few desserts."

Reverend Tyrell seemed a little hesitant, as if he was considering whether this result would satisfy Bishop Corleone.

But he was actually suspicious in his heart. Walter was lying. Why?
(End of this chapter)