Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 1000 Issuing Orders_1

Jane McCain was also confused and furrowed her brow, "Go fishing... and have a picnic on the side? That’s not conflicting, though. You sit on the boat, fish, and when you’re thirsty or tired, you eat something."

"But you didn’t mention fishing at the start," Purple Summers looked at her seriously. "Why bring up fishing now? Is it because you’ve remembered some details from the story?"

Jane McCain looked lost. "I don’t know..."

She really didn’t know. A story she had overheard by chance years ago, remembering even the slightest detail now was a miracle.

Purple Summers and Allen Rivera left the detention center, and both got into the car.

"Fishing must be real," Purple Summers said. "Fishing makes more sense. If it was just a picnic, there would be no need to be on the river."

Allen Rivera pondered, "If the killer was into fishing, we could significantly narrow the search range."

Purple Summers said, "Not only does he fish, but he is also an aficionado with his own boat. Think about it, the killer chose that river for his crimes twice, which shows he’s very familiar with the area, knowing there would be no witnesses there. He must often go fishing nearby!"

She was deep in thought and suddenly remembered something else, "That’s right... He must fish often, which is how he knows about the habits of the giant catfish. Maybe he’s caught that big catfish before, then released it. He knew there was a catfish in that river big enough to swallow a body, which is why he chose to dump the body there!"

Purple Summers patted Allen Rivera’s shoulder sitting beside her, "You go check the rosters of all the fishing clubs in Clearwater City, see if there are any people from Jane McCain’s party pictures. Usually, anglers take group photos with their catch before releasing it. If the killer has caught a big catfish before, we’ll definitely find him in the club’s photo albums!"

Allen Rivera nodded subconsciously.

Then he felt something was off; after all, he was a prosecutor, not her assistant!

Just as he was about to say something, Purple Summers had already started calling Aria Jackson with that familiar commanding tone, "Aria Jackson, Allen Rivera and I have made a new discovery. The killer is likely an angling enthusiast... Yes, narrowing down the search area. Are you still outside?... Good, call me when you get back. I’ll be waiting for your news."

After speaking, she hung up the phone.

Allen Rivera asked, "Any progress on Aria Jackson’s end?"

"She’s still checking one by one according to the list, no new discoveries for now." Purple Summers exhaled softly, "If we can catch the killer, Jane McCain’s charges can be dropped."

...

Aria Jackson put away her phone and knocked on the door in front of her.

A tall, well-built man opened the door and saw Aria Jackson and the officer outside, frowning slightly with a puzzled look.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Hello, we are officers from the Clearwater City Police." Aria Jackson showed her work documents, "There’s a case we hope you can cooperate with the investigation, may we ask you a few questions?"

The man hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside to let Aria Jackson and another officer into the house.

"What questions?" he asked.

Aria Jackson took out a group photo where Jane McCain was present, alongside the man in question.

"Do you recognize this girl?"

"... Yes, I recognize her. That’s Jane McCain, her mother is Ruby Spencer, everyone in the circle knows her."

"It’s like this, she heard some clues about the case at the party, possibly during a storytelling session, someone might’ve told a story about someone named Philly. Does the name Philly ring a bell for you?" Aria Jackson asked.

The man frowned with inconvenience, "The last time I had a gathering with her was several years ago, how could I possibly remember..."

Such an answer was expected.

Aria Jackson handed him a business card, "Sorry to bother you, if you remember any relevant information, please be sure to contact me."

She then left with the officer.

The man saw them out the door, "Ah... I remember now, someone did tell a story about Philly."

Aria Jackson abruptly stopped in her tracks and turned to ask him, "Who?"

"It was Jane McCain who told it," the man replied.

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