Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 965

Without hesitation, Aaron handed Dennis his phone to show him the photos he'd taken. The area around Larry's mother's grave showed signs of being cleaned, but it was still possible to piece together what had happened. A closer look revealed patches of scuffed-up turf and messy footprints on the adjacent stone slabs. From the prints, they could deduce that a group of at least six or seven people had been there. Beside the footprints were splatters of blood, though it was unclear whose it was. "There are clear signs of a struggle," Aaron reported. "They tried to clean it up, but the job was rushed, probably because they were in a hurry to leave. Also, my men found this in a corner of the lower burial plots." Dennis glanced at the photo. It was a lighter, one he recognized as Larry's. "It seems he was ambushed and taken from here." The cemetery was old, and out of respect for the deceased, the families had opted against installing surveillance cameras. Its remote location made it the perfect place for an attack to go unnoticed. "No wonder they chose this spot. This was a premeditated trap from the very beginning," Aaron said, gritting his teeth. As for Larry, it was impossible to blame him for walking into it. Anyone would lose their composure upon hearing their mother's grave had been desecrated. Aaron felt another surge of rage toward The Adams Family. How could they be so depraved? They were worse than animals. Dennis's face was a stony mask. Instead of lashing out, he gave his orders. "The road surveillance isn't enough. I need you to go back further in time and identify the group that desecrated the grave. As for the lookouts, bring them in. Use any means necessary to make them talk. I need to know the route Larry was taken. If he's back in the city, we have a chance. But if they've taken him out of Cabinda, we're in serious trouble." "I'm on it," Aaron said, understanding the gravity of the situation. If Larry was still in the city, it meant the perpetrators were still wary of repercussions. But if they had left, it meant they were brazen, confident that the lack of evidence would protect them. Larry could disappear forever. With no time to waste, Aaron left to interrogate the lookouts. During the interval, Dennis called Camila Davis. She hadn't gone to sleep yet and answered almost immediately. Dennis's expression softened, his heart melting at the sound of her voice. "Still awake?" he asked gently. Camila's voice was tinged with sleepiness, but she was far from resting. How could she sleep when something like this was happening? "Not yet. What's the situation? Did you find him?" "We've found some clues, but we haven't found him yet," Dennis told her honestly. Camila's worry was palpable. "What exactly happened? Was it a random kidnapping, or was it really The Adams Family?" Dennis's voice was cold. "It's almost certainly The Adams Family..." He quickly summarized the night's events for her. When she heard that not only had he failed to find Larry but had also walked into an ambush, her heart leaped into her throat. "Are you hurt?" she asked urgently. "I'm fine, don't worry," he soothed. "Really?" she pressed, unconvinced. Hearing her concern, his voice grew even softer. "Yes, I'm not lying. I saw their trap coming, so their plan failed."