Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem



Axel led Blossom and Evan upstairs.novelbin

After settling Blossom into her room, Evan dashed back to his own, frantically dialing Elliot. "Bro, there's a problem!"

"I'm already aware," Elliot responded calmly.

Panic was evident in Evan's voice, "The cops suspect that jerk Tarquin of murder and took him in! I told them he's innocent, but they wouldn't listen to me. It was clearly the stand-in who jumped on his own. I saw it with my own eyes; I can testify!"

Despite his longstanding grudge against Tarquin and his desire to avenge his mother, Evan wouldn't exploit this situation.

Elysia had raised them well; they would never stoop so low, especially not over a matter of life and death.

So, even though Evan disliked Tarquin, he repeatedly told the officers that Tarquin wasn't the culprit.

Watching Tarquin being taken away still made him anxious, worried, and restless!

Elliot explained, "The cops taking him is just procedure, not that they don't believe you. He was at the scene, so naturally, he's a suspect.

Don't panic. This is Tarquin we're talking about. If he did it, he's smart enough to cover his tracks. And if he didn't, no one can frame him.

So, don't worry too much about him. Now, Evan, try to calm down and walk us through what happened in detail."

Meanwhile, Tarquin had been brought to the local police station.

He cooperated with the authorities, sitting alone in the interrogation room, calmly smoking a cigarette.

Outside, a group of young officers was watching him through the large glass wall.

They didn't know Tarquin personally, but his icy demeanor was impossible to ignore, drawing in their collective gaze.

"Who is he? He looks distinguished, but his aura is so cold. This is my first time seeing someone like him."

"He's no ordinary Joe. Josiah called earlier, telling us not to mess with him, and to treat him well! See that cup of tea in front of him? That's from Josiah's private stash, and he usually doesn't share it with just anyone."

"Really? Josiah's acting like he's entertaining a major donor!"

Indeed, calling Tarquin a major donor wasn't entirely off the mark.

The taxes Tarquin paid annually could support nearly half of Jindale City's public servants.

At the moment, he was piecing together the information he had gathered that day.

First, the mysterious message he received that night might be true, suggesting he might still have...

Second, the mysterious person had left him a New Year's gift, likely indicating trouble ahead.

Third, the only clue they had about the mysterious person was a unique heart-shaped birthmark on their chest.

As for the identity of the mysterious person, that remained unknown.

The connection between Blossom and the mysterious person was also unclear, leaving Blossom under suspicion. And the stand-in claimed they had known each other for a long time!

But from whose perspective was the stand-in speaking?

Was it the stand-in who had known him for a long time?

Or was it the mysterious person who had known him for a long time?

Lost in thought, Tarquin was interrupted as the interrogation room door opened, and a middle-aged man walked in.

The man was warm and greeted him, "Mr. Bradford, good evening. I'm Josiah, the officer in charge of this area. Sorry about the inconvenience

tonight. I wasn't on duty and had to rush here after getting a call from the higher-ups. I hope those young officers outside didn't give you a hard time?"

Tarquin responded politely, "No worries, Josiah. You don't have to apologize or feel uneasy. I didn't kill anyone. He jumped on his own. Just doing your job is fine by me."