Chapter 129

The wine bottle became an outlet for his anger as he struck it on the table, the sound reverberating through the room.

Detective Stone hesitated, aware of the magnitude of Andrew's frustration. "No, but..." he started, hoping to provide some semblance of progress.

Andrew interrupted him, his voice cutting through the air.

"Aren't you tired?" he exclaimed, a mix of exhaustion and desperation coloring his tone. "I need something new. I need answers. Who wants me dead? Who fucking killed Catherine and wanted me dead? That's all."

The weight of the unanswered questions bore down on him, fueling his impatience. Coupled with the fact that he couldn't find Amelia.

Detective Stone's face fell, the weight of his own limitations evident. "I'm sorry, sir. I just..." he began, searching for the right words.

But Andrew's patience had run thin. "If that's all you can bring," he interrupted, his voice commanding. "You can leave. I've got other important things to do."

The urgency of the lawsuit