Chapter Eighty-Eight

Alexander found himself seated on the patio of his house, basking in the warm morning sun.

As he absent-mindedly scrolled through his phone, his thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a call from his father, George.

"Hey, Dad," he greeted, his voice a blend of anticipation and concern.

"Alexander, can you come to Clark's right away?" George asked urgently.

Alexander's brows furrowed in surprise. "Of course, Dad. Is something wrong?"

"No, they've just uncovered another lead on Red Saint, one that is sure to result in his capture this time."

A surge of hope flooded Alexander's heart upon hearing his father's words.

Renewed by the prospect of justice, Alexander responded with a resolute tone, "I'm on my way," and hung up the phone.

The arduous path he had trodden for so long now felt purposeful and invigorating.

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As Alexander stepped into the headquarters of Jim Carrey Bureau of Investigation Agency.

A private investigating company, headed by a former deputy director for investiga