บท 817: Police Station (5)

Zachary's voice carried a mix of shock and disbelief as he saw Erik.

His gaze locked onto the younger man's face with an intensity that seemed to pierce through him.

"You," he said, his tone laced with incredulity.

"Are you surprised?"

For a moment, Zachary's expression faltered, revealing a flicker of uncertainty. "How did you?"

"It's just a trick."

Zachary wasn't stupid. That was not, by any means, a simple trick. He understood what Erik did. What he didn't understand was how that was possible.

Zachary's confusion deepened, his brow furrowing as he tried to understand.

Erik's presence should have been impossible for many reasons. For starters, he should have been dead, and last, he shouldn't have been able to enter the police station.

"I guess your boss kept you in the dark, huh? Did he send you here on your request, or was it more about him wanting to wash his hands of you?"