He wasn't being very specific, but to Jane Sterling, it sounded incredibly impressive.
'This private investigator has gone international! He's really making his country proud!'
In the office, Drew Thorne frowned. He watched the middle-aged couple across from him sobbing so hard they could barely breathe and couldn't help but rub his throbbing temples.
The couple was none other than the parents of Julian Grant of The Grant Group.
"Mr. Thorne, you have to believe us. My son would never dare to kill anyone. We don't even know that young woman. We truly have no idea how she died!"
"Mr. Thorne, I've never heard my son mention Susan Quinn. Maybe they don't even know each other! My son can't even bring himself to kill a fish—murder is absolutely out of the question!"
Drew Thorne massaged his throbbing temples, pulled two tissues from the box on the side, and placed them in front of the couple, feeling completely helpless.
"If you two could just..."
