The Warden of The Witches

Chapter 15:

There Must Be Something

The shifting gaze, a stiff facial expression, hesitant speech, and the occasional face-scratching and sweat-wiping gestures... based on Aiden's subjective judgment, he could confidently say that the young man in front of him was lying.

Being a prison guard didn't mean being completely detached from investigation work. Most cases of criminals committing crimes within the prison were handed over to the prison for investigation. After interacting with various types of criminals, Aiden had somewhat honed his professional intuition.

In addition to inheriting the knowledge and experience of his predecessor, the former Senior Investigator Aiden, although he hadn't reached the level of proficiency where he could do it effortlessly, he believed he had inherited about sixty to seventy percent of his skills.

Therefore, he had confidence in his own discernment.

Moreover, this young rookie in front of him lacked the counter-surveillance qualities needed to deceive him.

Bruce gave him the impression of being similar to the first-time offenders in the prison.

Of course, Aidan was well aware that his subjective judgment held no real meaning.

In order to overturn Veronica's conviction and grant her a retrial, they needed to challenge the evidence that led to her conviction—Bruce's testimony and the gun with missing bullets.

Both pieces of evidence could easily be fabricated by Bruce alone.

However, conversely, if Bruce retracted his testimony, the chain of evidence that convicted Veronica would be incomplete.

In other words, this young man before him was the key to whether Veronica could get a retrial.

This time, Aiden's purpose in visiting Bruce was primarily to ascertain what kind of person he was.

The first impression Bruce left on Aiden was that of a rather straightforward minor character.

He seemed noticeably uneasy about the matter of giving false testimony and framing Veronica for imprisonment.

Aside from feeling guilty towards Veronica, he also feared that his act of perjury might lead to his own downfall and even land him in prison.

The false testimony Made by this minor character might have some flaws that could be uncovered.

suddenly, The door of the meeting room was pushed open, and a portly man strode in, panting heavily, staring straight at the two of them.

He glanced at the newcomer with surprise. He knew that when the Mounted Police Force selected members, they had certain requirements for appearance.

The man in front of him looked to be in his prime, but he already had a noticeable beer belly.

If he hadn't been wearing the Mounted Police uniform, Aiden wouldn't have been able to tell that he was a member.

"Mr. Jialong!" Bruce seemed startled.

"What are you doing here?" Jialong looked at Bruce and sizing up Aiden with a wary expression. "Which department are you from?"

"Hello, I'm Aiden, the warden of Rose Prison. I'm here today because of some work-related matters and have a few questions for Officer Bruce." Aiden exchanged a brief greeting with the man.

"What work-related matters? What intersection could there be between prison guards and us?" Jialong stared at him aggressively. "Don't casually chat with our people, it affects our work!"

"Don't worry, I've already asked all the questions I needed to. It's about time for me to take my leave."

Aidan sensed the unfriendly attitude and judged that it was best not to linger with this person. So He stood up on his own accord.

"Officer Bruce, thank you very much for your cooperation. I'll make sure to treat you to a meal when I have the chance."

Aiden took the initiative to shake hands with Bruce, then strode out of the reception room, followed by the silent officer named Jialong.

As Aiden walked from the reception room to the police station's entrance, he could feel the other person's gaze fixed on his back, every time he turned around.

After leaving the police station, Aiden turned into an alley.

After confirming that there was no one around, he touched an opal ring on his hand. A black cat appeared from the depths of the alley and rubbed against Aiden's leg.

"Have you identified the target, Dailey?" He lowered his head and stared at the black cat, his lips moving slightly.

(Tn: the witch Daley -> Dailey)

"It's the kid who talked to the warden, isn't it?" Dailey voice sounded in his ear, as if the enchanting witch were standing right next to him, her breath was sweet and gentle.

The witch Dailey knew many secret arts. In addition to summoning demons, she could also control black cats and crows as her familiars, and sharing senses with them.

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Even if she stayed in prison, she could still carry out tracking and surveillance tasks for Aiden.

"Yes, keep a close eye on him when he leaves the police station after work. Report his movements to me later in the evening." Aidan crouched down and gently patted the black cat's head.

"It would be my honor to serve you. Of course, if I have the opportunity to taste the freshly baked butter berry pie on Seventh Street in the Lower District today, I would be even more motivated," the witch playfully coaxed.

"Being a warden who rewards and punishes appropriately, a help should definitely come with rewards, right? Anyway, thank you in advance Warden. Although you haven't said it yet, it surely won't be nothing, right?"

Aiden raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing the black cat for a while before breaking into a smile. "You've got some nerve, trying to negotiate with me? Very well."

In the afternoon, Aiden returned to the prison and first went to the Core Area.

"Room Twelve, Dailey, interview." Aiden arrived in front of Room Twelve, and gesturing for Franda beside him to lead her to the interview room.

"Hehe, I love you so much, Warden!" Dailey leaned in front of the door happily and winked at Aidan.

"Alright, alright. Remember to do your job well." Aiden waved his hand and turned to Room Thirteen opposite.

Through the railing, he saw a scene that he couldn't have imagined until yesterday.

Veronica was sitting on the edge of the bed, absentmindedly flipping through a novel. This was one of the few entertainment items allowed in the prison to pass the time.

Fei was kneeling behind her, diligently massaging her shoulders.

Seeing this scene, it was hard to imagine that just the day before, Fei had been crying and demanding to be moved to a different room to be separated from this death row inmate.

"Oh, when did you two become so close?" Aiden joked with them.

"Lord Aidan, you've come!" Fei greeted Aiden warmly, as usual.

"Warden..." Veronica also raised her head, nodding somewhat reservedly at Aiden.

After their heartfelt conversation yesterday, her attitude towards Aiden had clearly softened.

"Did you recruit a minion? You seem to have integrated here quite quickly!" Aiden pointed at Fei behind her with a smile.

"She insisted on getting close to me." Veronica looked somewhat helpless. "I told her to mind her own business and leave me alone."

"Well, since we are roommates by fate, we should take the opportunity to strengthen our relationship. The moment I saw you, sister, I felt a special connection!" Fei hugged Veronica's neck, trying to please her.

"Let go!" Veronica unceremoniously pushed her arm away.

"Your talent for talking nonsense without batting an eye is getting stronger and stronger." Aiden shook his head as he looked at Fei.

He knew that after Fei was convinced that Veronica wasn't the real murderer, she had actively stuck to Veronica, hoping that Veronica would protect her, like a free bodyguard.

"Alright, Room Thirteen, Veronica, meeting with the warden." He turned to Veronica, getting down to business.

"Meeting with the warden?" Veronica didn't react.

"It means meeting with me. I have some questions for you," Aiden said, motioning for Franda to open the cell door. "Come out."

"What about me?" Fei looked like she wanted to take advantage of the situation.

"Behave yourself!" Aiden gave her a stern look.