Soon, Jack called too. "We've found out where Ron is. Your daughter's with him."

Ron was temporarily living in a private house on the outskirts of the city. It was a secluded area, with farmland all around. The neighbors were all placed very far apart from each other, which was a perfect place to hide a person.

Jack had sent in a team to stake out the area nearby. They were to report to him the moment they heard or saw anything.

Kevan grunted in acknowledgment. "Thank you for your hard work."

"Not at all, this is what we should be doing," Jack said cheerfully. "Oh, by the way, about your grandpa—"

Kevan froze, his pupils dilating. "Yes?"

"Roland's body has been cremated, so we can't perform an autopsy, which means we can't figure out how he died exactly. Although I really want to help you, I can't file a case based on your suspicions. As for Cody, I've used my personal connections to help you check. He did not exhibit any strange behavior before Roland passed. So …" Jack did not