Chapter 77 - Need A Win

As Liao Chun was seated in Detective An's car, his heart was beating too fast. Just like how his heart beat on the very first date he went to. That was the kind of level of nervousness he was feeling at the moment. He did not even know if there was still a job waiting for him when he gets back at the police station?

Why did he follow the detective like that? What was he thinking? Sure, he wanted to bring justice but not to the point that he would actually lose his job in the process.

"Where are we going?" he asked when the silence was too deafening for him. He needed to talk or else he would explode.

"To a politician. We need someone who is also just and right. We need someone with money so we could hire people who could help us."

"And who is that?"

The detective's voice was sure and firm. "Someone who needs a win too."

**

Senator Chang Yan's day was filled up to the last minute. He had been too busy lately as something was happening in DongYi Town. It was still a secret to the public that people there were suddenly getting sick because of something that was poisoning their water. To avoid mass panic, they were trying to bury all the details regarding this until they find the solution for the cause of this problem. It had been two days since they put the place in lockdown.

Not to mention the fact that he was working on his image and campaign for the next presidential elections. He had been making waves in social media recently. His face was all over the news because another senator threw bold statements about his incompetency to hold his seat. Senator Chang Yan had always been in a feud with the other senator. They argue in almost every social issue including in legislating laws. They always end up in debates.

He barely had any time to take a bite out of his lunch and he certainly did not need two police officers in his office at this minute. It was a wonder how the secretary managed to squeeze them in his planned seconds.

Once he sat down, he went straight to the point and asked. "Am I getting arrested?"

The man in a blue zip-up jacket and salt and pepper hair frowned at him and asked, "Why? Are you doing something illegal?"

The Senator shrugged his shoulders, "Other than not eating my lunch, I do not think I am doing anything wrong."

The two policemen looked at each other. The other one looked young—like, really young. He was probable less than thirty years old.

The senator leaned on the table and pointed at the younger one who looked like he was just about the age of his own son. "Are you really supposed to be here?"

The older policeman got his attention by puling out a folder. "I am Detective An and this is my assistant Liao Chun. We are investigating on The Mutilator case. I am sure you have heard about—"

"Yeah, yeah," the senator said impatiently. His lunch was just waiting outside his door and if this went on for more than ten minutes, he would only have five minutes to eat before he would be needed at a meeting. "Why are you here? I know nothing about that."

"We are not implying that you have anything to do with it. We are only here because we need your support."

"Support?!" he laughed. "I support all the government sectors. I help make laws to support everyone. Why do you need my support on this one? You should head to your captain or lieutenant's office—or your commissioner."

Detective An's face turned grim. "We are afraid that the deputy commission was the one who wants to close the case now that we are making progress with it."

His eyebrows shut upwards. "Progress but he wants to close it?"

"There's little progress," he corrected himself.

"Well, then," the senator said. "That is out of my hands. I may be able to make laws here but not unless this case becomes a national concern I could not really do anything about it. I suggest that you take this problem to your head and—"

The younger one interjected. "We believe that the hierarchy of the police are taking bribes from the Qing family."

"What?!" the senator shouted. "You cannot throw accusations like that young man. What's your name again?"

"Liao Chun—"

"Sir," the detective said. "We would like to operate with your guidance. We would be relieved of duty if the captain finds out that we are still continuing our investigation."

"But you want to associate this death to the Qings! Of all the people, the Qings!" the senator said. "They have more friends in the senate than I do! And, this is pointless. Why would they commit a murder in their own hotel? What's their motivation for killing the victim, huh? What? This is pointless."

"But, sir—"

The senator's telephone beeped and he held up a finger to the two policemen as he answered it. "Sir, your lunch is getting cold," his secretary said.

"Yes, I will be down in a minute." He put down the phone. "As I have said, gentlemen. The only advice I could give you, is for you to take this to your superiors. They would be the one who could help you. I will leave you a number that you can call," he said reaching for a piece of paper but the detective's hand closed upon the top of the little box.

"Sir," the younger one said with more emphasis. "Please look into this case. Imagine, if we would be able to solve this, the whole world will know that it was done with your guidance and that would help you win the hearts of many. You will be bringing justice!"

Senator Chang Yan focused his eyes on the younger policeman. "You have got to be kidding me."

"We only need resources, sir," he said hastily. "A place to conduct the investigation and possibly an IT expert. A little budget. We only need to find at least one concrete evidence that could send the whole force to investigate the Qings. Everything you need to know, we have it here." Liao Chun handed him the folder. It was thick with more than fifty pages.

The senator felt his whole body itched. Was he seriously going to look into this? His hand reached for it and he flipped through the pages. They were filled with pictures and information about the Qing family and he skipped through that and into the pages relating to the murder. There was little evidence in the case.

He found the police's current standing in it—examining CCTVs in the surrounding areas to see if one of them catches the killer. Even the senator was sure they would find the killer with this method. "And they are closing it?"

The two in front of him nodded just at the same time that the telephone rang again. "Sir—"

"Cancel all my meetings, Secretary Lang."

"But—"

"Thank you," he said and turned to the policemen in front of him. "Tell me more about this."