It was the middle of the night.

Archibald sat in his study, wearing a gloomy expression. He asked Saul, who was standing next to him, “Did Noah admit to committing the crimes?”

Saul was freshening the cup of tea for him. Then, he smiled faintly and said, “It’s such a big case. Why would he admit to having done anything? The way I heard it, they beat him to a pulp, but he simply wouldn’t back down.”

The old man snorted. “He’s a stubborn one.”

Taking the cup of tea, he blew on it and said, “We have to use some unconventional means against stubborn mules like him. Haven’t those guys done an exceptional job at extracting information before? Tell them to do anything necessary and force a confession out of him.”

Saul smiled. “Are you sure, Mr. Archibald?”

The old man put down the cup and asked, “Why do you seem to be concerned about him so much?”

Saul waved his hand and denied it. “I’m just worried that doing it will ruin your relationship with Ms. Gwynn. After all, she’s really doin