William, who drove over, wanted to make sure that Clyde was not killing DOBBY, because DOBBY must have heard his conversation with Clyde in Clyde's car.
Secondly, he wanted to get to know Clyde, who had lost his previous memory, so he scanned the warehouse with his mental power.
He was so disgusted that he wanted to vomit. He turned the car around and left silently. He really didn't want to have any communication with the crazy Clyde Shelton at this time.
The next day, the chief prosecutor, Nick Reese, was in his office thinking about who killed Rupert Meeker, who was about to be executed.
When he was wondering if it would be Clarence DOBBY, he received a call from his men, saying that Clarence DOBBY was dead, and it seemed that he was artificially dismantled into parts.
As soon as the police investigating the scene entered the warehouse, they vomited seven or eight times after seeing the parts. Afterward, many people applied for psychological treatment.
Now the two people involved in the death of Clyde Shelton's wife and daughter were all dead, and people with discerning eyes knew that this was revenge. In addition, the warehouse where DOBBY was dismantled into parts was under Clyde's name.
The arrest warrant for Clyde was issued in less than half an hour, and a large number of police began to search for anything related to Clyde.
In only an hour, Clyde's information and all his properties in the United States appeared on Nick Reese's desk.
After reading the information, Nick Reese was more certain that Clyde was the murderer, because Clyde sold all his patents and properties a few years ago.
Most of the money was transferred to Panama, and the rest was used to buy warehouses and dilapidated yards in the suburbs or the airport.
When Nick Reese thought that Clyde, who had taken revenge, must have fled, he accidentally learned that the police had caught Clyde.
Looking at his watch, it was less than two hours? This made Nick very surprised. Clyde did such a big case, but he stayed in a dilapidated farm, making people feel that he was waiting for the police to come.
Moreover, before the police arrived, he was very experienced in taking off all his clothes to avoid being shot directly by the police who broke into the house.
He was also very cooperative with any requirements of the police, kneeling and lying down, and he did not resist when he was handcuffed.
This surprised many of the police officers who had seen Domi being dismembered. This was because Clayde was more of an elite lawyer than a crazed murderer.
Now that the suspect had been caught, everyone was relieved. They escorted Clyde all the way to Bilton Prison and locked him in a separate iron cage that was only used for extremely dangerous felons.
Not only were there more than ten surveillance cameras in the cage interrogation room, there were also eight prison guards standing around, watching Clayde at all times.
Nick Reese and his men soon arrived at Bilton Prison and stared at the calm and smiling Clyde in the surveillance room for more than ten minutes.
Seeing the tense atmosphere, the sheriff who came along could not help but curse in a low voice, "What the hell, this guy's expression doesn't have the slightest bit of panic or fear. Instead, he looks calm and happy. Is this lunatic really a f * cking engineer?"
"There is no doubt that he is an engineer, and a very rich one at that," the warden said helplessly after handing the two documents to Nick Reese and his boss, the head of the New York Prosecutors, Bruce Mack.
"The guys below and the forensic doctor did not find any evidence, so without any other evidence, I can only detain him for 48 hours."
"Then find a way to make him confess," Bruce Mack said angrily as he pointed at the calm-looking Clyde on the monitor. "I don't want this lunatic to be bailed out. Otherwise, we will definitely be laughed at by the media tomorrow."
"When this guy was caught, he didn't resist at all?" Nick Reese asked curiously.
"No. Not only did he not resist at all, he even took off all his clothes before we caught him. He only showed some disdain and displeasure when one of my subordinates tried to take away the bracelet on his hand after he entered the prison." "That's right.
Hearing this, Nick Reese, who had been watching the surveillance video, immediately noticed the bracelet on Clyde's hand. "According to the rules, aren't you supposed to take away any items from the suspect or the prisoner? Why is the bracelet still on his hand? "
"Sorry, we used a lot of methods, but we couldn't get the bracelet off at all." The warden spread his hands. "Two strong men couldn't get the bracelet off with their bare hands.
Without confirming that he is the prisoner, we can't use too many tools to get the bracelet off. And if we hurt him here, it will be very disadvantageous for us when we go to court in the future. "
Nick Reese understood the warden's worry. If Clyde was hurt here, not only would Bilton Prison face a lawsuit,
Even the evidence and confession they found later would be coerced by Clyde's lawyer.
"Okay, I'll go in and talk to him."
Holding a cup of coffee, Nick Reese went through four or five checkpoints before entering the iron cage interrogation room.
Putting down the coffee cup, Nick pressed the monitor switch under the interrogation table, then walked to Clyde's side and sat on the interrogation table. After thinking for a few seconds, he said, "Sorry, I don't want anyone to hear what I want to say to you later."
Hearing this, a trace of doubt and uneasiness flashed across Clyde's face. He couldn't help but lower his head and lean back.
Nick, who had been looking at Clyde, saw that taking the initiative to approach him was useless, so he thought about it and said,
"As the chief prosecutor, what I'm about to say will probably break all the principles of my profession, but I don't want to care about that now, because I'm also a father with a ten-year-old daughter.
So I want to say to you, man, you did a great job, great job. "
Clyde raised his head in surprise and looked up at Nick Reese with a serious face.
"This world is much cleaner and safer without scum like Clarence Dobbie, so as a father, I think you did a great job."
After that, Nick patted Clyde on the shoulder, walked to the chair opposite him, and sat down. He turned on the monitor switch. "So, let's get started."
Taking a pen out of his pocket, he opened the confession record book and said, "I'm going to ask you some questions related to Clarence Dobbie's death, and I want you to answer them clearly, okay?"
Clyde nodded.
Clyde's cooperation made Nick Reese relieved. He wasn't afraid that the prisoner was smart, but he was afraid that he wouldn't say anything. "You're Clyde Shelton, right?"
"Yes." Nick nodded a little cowardly.
"Do you need us to help you find a lawyer now?"
"No." Clyde shook his head directly.
"Are you sure? Are you sure you don't want a lawyer? "
"Yes, I'm sure." Clyde nodded.
This made Nick think that Clyde, who had taken his revenge, really wanted to confess. He lowered his head and wrote in the confession book, then suddenly asked, "Did you kill Clarence Dobbie?"
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