Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell ( Carlisle Zahn ) Novel

Chapter 617

"Damn it!" Hank's stomach churned again, and he ran over to a trash can and started throwing up.

Carlisle and Francis couldn't help furrowing their brows.

There was disdain in their eyes.

They felt that the short man didn't seem normal.

"We'll grow old together and watch the snowflakes fall..." Carlisle's phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello, Who's this?"

"Hello, Mr. Zahn. I'm Gareth's cousin, Tyler Duvall."

"I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Duvall. Let me buy you a meal." Carlisle said politely.

"You're the guest, and I'm the host. I've got to show you some hospitality. Let's not waste time. I've already booked a room at the Hirton Hotel. All you have to do is tell the receptionist my name."

Tyler had already made all the arrangements, so Carlisle had no way to reject him.

"Alright, I'll head over right now." After the call ended, Carlisle took Francis and Hank to the Hirton Hotel.

Francis sat in the passenger seat, and he couldn't help saying doubtfully, "Why do I feel like that short man was telling the truth?"

"Damn, Francis, you're doing it on purpose! Do you resent me for fining Renee? Is that why you're annoying me on purpose?" Hank yelled indignantly as he glared at Francis.

He hadn't known about Renee's relationship with Francis when he fined her.

He had only discovered Renee and Francis' relationship when she was relieved of her position as finance manager.

"That's nonsense! I'm not that petty." Francis looked guiltily out the window.

He had been curious about what office politics were like, but now he seemed to have gotten himself entangled in them.

Carlisle said slowly, "I have the same feeling. There's something strange about that short man!"

Francis glanced at Hank through the rearview mirror. "I agree! The meat you ate back then might have been human flesh..."

"The last time I ate meat at that barbeque restaurant was last year! The crime only took place half a year ago, so I'm sure that I didn't eat human flesh!" Hank suppressed the urge to throw up and argued back.

"What if he didn't just kill one person?" Francis continued needling Hank.

"Are you gentlemen talking about the barbeque restaurant opposite Caltopia College?" the cab driver suddenly asked.

"Do you know about it?" Francis turned to look at the driver from the passenger seat.

"Oh, that was big news here at the time. I've got a relative who works in criminal investigation, and he was in charge of that case. The female shop owner was subjected to domestic violence by her husband because she had an affair. She fell into a coma, but the real culprit behind her death was a shop worker. Her husband ended up in jail, but the shop worker escaped!"

"Was the female shop owner made into barbeque meat?" Hank asked quickly.

"Yes." The cab driver nodded.

Hank turned pale. "Then... Have there ever been any other murders at the barbeque restaurant?"

The cab driver shook his head and said, "No. The barbeque restaurant owner only committed the deed because he was too angry. He's usually a pretty reliable guy."

The cab driver heard someone calling the police behind them.

"Hello? I want to make a report. 15 minutes ago, there was a short man at the barbeque restaurant opposite Caltopia College. I suspect he was the shop worker who was working there half a year ago. Yes, my name's Carlisle." After hanging up, Carlisle breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He had instinctively sensed that there was something wrong with the short man. When he made the police report, he only said that he suspected that there was a problem.

As for whether there was, it would be up to the police to investigate.

"Hey, did you say that you met the barbeque restaurant worker?" the cab driver asked, looking at Carlisle in surprise through the rearview mirror.

"I'm not sure. I only suspect I did."

"How could you make a police report based on that? Isn't that a waste of public resources? That's illegal!"