William, driving behind Clyde, initially intended to confirm if Clyde would kill Dobby. Given that Dobby had overheard their earlier conversation in Clyde's car, it was a possibility William needed to investigate. He also wanted to reintroduce himself to the memory-erased Clyde. However, upon scanning the warehouse with his mental powers, William felt nauseated. Without hesitation, he turned his car around and left, deciding he had no desire to deal with the now-insane Clyde Shelton under such circumstances.
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The next day, Chief Prosecutor Nick Reese sat in his office, puzzling over who had killed Rupert Meek, a man already awaiting execution. As he mulled over whether Clyde Shelton might be involved, he received a call from his subordinates reporting that Clarence Dobby was dead—dismembered in a manner suggesting deliberate, calculated brutality.
The scene at the warehouse was so grotesque that seven or eight officers vomited upon entering. Many later applied for psychological counseling.
Now, with both individuals connected to the deaths of Clyde Shelton's wife and daughter dead, it was glaringly obvious this was an act of revenge. The warehouse where Dobby was dismembered was even registered under Clyde's name.
Within half an hour, a warrant was issued for Clyde's arrest. A large-scale manhunt was launched to investigate every connection to him.
In just one hour, Nick Reese had a comprehensive dossier on Clyde, including details of all his assets and properties in the USA. Upon reviewing the file, Nick became even more convinced that Clyde was the perpetrator. Years earlier, Clyde had sold all his patents and assets, transferring most of the funds to Panama. The remainder was used to purchase warehouses and rundown properties near airports or in the suburbs.
Nick assumed that Clyde, having completed his revenge, must now be on the run. Yet to his astonishment, the police soon informed him that Clyde had been apprehended.
Nick checked his watch—less than two hours had passed. To his surprise, Clyde was calmly waiting at an old farm. His actions gave the impression that he was expecting the police, as if surrendering was part of his plan.
When the officers arrived, Clyde demonstrated his experience by stripping completely naked to avoid being shot accidentally during the arrest. He cooperated fully with every police instruction, kneeling, lying down, and allowing himself to be handcuffed without resistance.
This cooperative demeanor surprised the officers who had witnessed the aftermath of Dobby's dismemberment. In the interrogation room, Clyde appeared more like a composed professional than a deranged killer.
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Clyde was transferred to Bilton Prison and placed in a reinforced solitary confinement cell, used only for highly dangerous offenders. The room was equipped with over ten surveillance cameras, and eight guards stood watch at all times.
Nick Reese soon arrived at the prison, accompanied by his team. From the surveillance room, they observed Clyde sitting calmly, even smiling faintly. His composure unnerved the officers.
A lieutenant muttered under his breath, "Damn it. This guy doesn't look the least bit panicked or scared. If anything, he seems almost… pleased. Is this psycho really an engineer?"
"Without a doubt," said the warden, handing files to Nick Reese and Bruce Mack, the head of the New York District Attorney's Office. "And not just any engineer—a very wealthy one. But here's the issue: our officers and forensic experts couldn't find any concrete evidence linking him to the crime. Without more proof, I can only hold him for 48 hours."
"Then we'll make him confess," Bruce Mack said, pointing at the screen displaying Clyde's calm demeanor. "I don't want this lunatic walking free. If he's bailed out, we'll be the laughingstock of the media tomorrow."
Nick asked curiously, "He didn't resist arrest at all?"
"No," the warden replied. "He didn't resist in the slightest. In fact, before the officers even arrived, he stripped completely naked, likely to avoid being shot. The only time he showed any reaction was when we tried to remove the bracelet on his wrist—he seemed annoyed and even mocked us."
Hearing this, Nick's attention immediately shifted to the bracelet visible on Clyde's wrist in the footage. "Isn't it standard protocol to confiscate all items from suspects or prisoners? Why is that bracelet still on him?"
The warden shrugged helplessly. "We tried everything, but we couldn't remove it. Even two strong officers couldn't pry it off his wrist. Without evidence to convict him, we couldn't risk using tools that might injure him. Any injury would open us to lawsuits and could compromise any testimony or evidence we gather later."
Nick understood the warden's concerns. Injuring Clyde would not only expose Bilton Prison to legal consequences but also give Clyde's lawyers grounds to argue that any confession or evidence was obtained under duress.
"Fine. I'll go talk to him myself."
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After passing through four or five layers of security, Nick entered the reinforced interrogation room, holding a cup of coffee. He set it down, pressed the recording switch under the interrogation table, and then moved closer to Clyde, perching on the edge of the table.
"Sorry," Nick began. "What I'm about to say is not something I want others to hear."
Clyde raised an eyebrow, a flicker of doubt and unease crossing his face as he leaned back slightly.
Noticing that this initial attempt to build rapport had failed, Nick changed tactics. He leaned forward again and said, "As a chief prosecutor, what I'm about to say might go against every professional principle I have. But I don't care right now. You see, I'm also a father. I have a ten-year-old daughter."
Nick's voice softened. "So, let me just say this: you did a damn good job, Clyde. A really damn good job."
Clyde looked up, startled, meeting Nick's serious gaze.
"This world is better off without scum like Clarence Dobby. As a father, I think what you did was extraordinary."
Nick patted Clyde's shoulder before moving to sit across from him. Reaching out, he flipped the surveillance switch back on. "Now then, let's begin."
Pulling a pen from his pocket, Nick opened his notebook. "I'll ask you some questions about Clarence Dobby's death, and I hope you'll answer clearly and honestly. Can you do that?"
Clyde nodded silently.
Nick exhaled in relief. The biggest challenge in interrogation was uncooperative suspects. But Clyde seemed ready to talk.
"You're Clyde Shelton, correct?"
"Yes," Clyde replied quietly.
"Do you need us to find you a lawyer?"
"No," Clyde said, shaking his head.
"Are you sure? You're absolutely certain you don't want a lawyer?"
"I'm sure," Clyde confirmed.
Nick's hopes rose. It seemed Clyde, having exacted his revenge, was ready to confess. He jotted a few notes, then suddenly asked, "Did you kill Clarence Dobby?"
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