Chapter 461

Chapter 461

Sienna looked at Kimball, who was hanging his head, as if she already had everything figured out, "You know what your relationship with him is. You came to this city, even became a pipe maintenance worker at the museum, all for some hidden purpose."

Sienna paused slightly, and Kelvin seamlessly picked up where she left off.

Kelvin's tone was even colder than Sienna's, almost like a judge from hell listing out crimes with certainty, "You wanted revenge on him."

Sienna couldn't help but frown, discreetly glancing at Kelvin beside her.

The two of them going back and forth put even more pressure on Kimball than Sienna questioning him alone.

Kimball's face clearly looked troubled, but he still tried his best to weakly deny it, "I didn't, why would I want revenge, I..."

Sienna couldn't be bothered to listen to Kimball's pathetic excuses and directly slammed a document onto the cold table in the interrogation room.

Kimball couldn't help but flinch. Sienna said coldly, "Why are there so many transfers from Marlon in your bank account?"

Sienna's tone was icy.

Ever since discovering earlier that Marlon had almost no savings in his account, a seed of doubt had been planted in Sienna's mind.

A retired bachelor who didn't need to pay rent or support a family, receiving a decent pension and a not-insignificant salary from the museum each month—so where was his money?

She had already arranged for Arnold to focus on investigating Marlon's money flow.

After all, whether it was salary or pension, it would be directly deposited into Marlon's bank account, so if Marlon had done anything with that money, the bank would definitely have records.

The results were just as Sienna expected. The officers pulled Marlon's transaction records and obtained evidence that pointed in a very clear direction.

"You joined the museum in February this year. Before that, Marlon's bank account had over two hundred thousand dollars in savings."

Sienna's eyes were cold, her tone almost aggressive.

"But after you entered the museum, Marlon started transferring money to you at the end of February. The two hundred thousand in savings, plus his monthly pension and salary income, minus his normal living expenses, almost all of it went into your account."

Sienna leaned forward slightly, staring intently at Kimball's expression, "What was he doing? Don't tell me he was paying off a debt."

Sienna's words didn't carry any special meaning, but the moment "paying off a debt" came out, both Sienna and Kelvin keenly noticed Kimball's trembling and stiffness.

Another breakthrough point.

Sienna raised an eyebrow slightly and immediately caught on, "We also checked your account. Nearly three hundred thousand dollars in deposits, and you didn't keep a single cent. When we printed out the statement, your account balance was zero."

At this point, the whole thing was basically clear.

Sienna leaned back into her chair, her tone tinged with disgust and mockery, "You want to know why you wanted revenge? Because he couldn't come up with more money, couldn't keep feeding you, you bloodsucking parasite!"

"Tell me, how much did they offer for the mummy? Is it enough to pay off your remaining debts?"

Sienna's interrogation style had always been quite bold, daring to deduce hundreds of words of backstory from just a few dozen words of evidence.

If the financial expenditures were something she had concrete proof of, then everything else—whether the offer or the debts—was all Sienna guessing on the spot based on Kimball's reactions.

But when a suspect is under tremendous psychological pressure, this interrogation method can be extremely effective.

When Sienna finished speaking, Kimball shuddered, his rough hands clasped together.

"It was enough. I still owed a hundred thousand dollars. They said as long as I got the mummy and they sold it, it would be enough to pay off the debt."

At these words, Sienna didn't even have the energy to laugh coldly.

A modern mummy, something that comes along once in centuries, that countless experts and scholars working together hadn't been able to uncover the mysteries of—for all sectors of society, it was truly a priceless treasure.

But in Kimball's eyes, it was nothing more than a tool to help him pay off his debts.

Sienna's tone was icy, "How did you get into debt?"

At this point, there was no point in Kimball continuing to hide anything.

He let out a long sigh and began speaking in a hoarse voice.

"To be honest, I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. I never had much money growing up. Someone sponsored me through school, and after I got out, I finally managed to save up a little capital."

As he spoke, Kimball wearily rubbed his face, "A coworker I was working with gave me a website, said I could make a little money."

"At first there really were returns. I put in a hundred dollars, and just one win doubled it!"

Even now, when Kimball brought this up, his face still flushed with an unhealthy redness.

Sienna looked at Kimball's expression, and a word jumped into her mind.

Gambling.

And illegal gambling at that—online gambling designed to defraud people.

Meeting Sienna's emotionless gaze, Kimball lowered his head.

"But after that, I kept putting in more and more, and I never won again. My tens of thousands of dollars were just gone, but that was just bad luck, maybe the next round..."

Hearing this, Kelvin pushed over the blank paper in his hand, "Write down the website first."

Sienna nodded quietly and took back the pushed paper.

Although online gambling wasn't within the task force's jurisdiction, since they'd come across it, Sienna certainly wasn't going to let it go.

After all, in corners unknown to people, who knew how many people had been ruined by such a website?

Kimball clearly had a deep impression of that website. Without needing to check, he wrote down the website's domain name with trembling hands.

Kelvin pressed down on the paper, "So you just kept throwing money at it, even going so far as to blackmail and extort Marlon?"

Kelvin's voice grew heavy.

Kimball seemed to hear the suppressed coldness in Kelvin's tone. He stiffly shook his head, and Sienna felt she could almost hear the broken sounds of his neck turning.

"I took out loans."

That confirmed it.

Sienna rubbed her throbbing temples.

With Kimball's income, legitimate channels would never provide him with large loans.

So his only source of funds was certain illegal loan sharks.

Kimball was addicted to gambling and didn't have enough income to support it. On his own, there was no way he could pay back what he owed.

Sienna said coldly, "At this point, you learned about your relationship with Marlon, so you set your sights on him, right?"

Kimball nodded, his face pale.