Chapter 464

Chapter 464

Sienna briefly explained the situation to Kelvin, who started walking and naturally followed behind her without hesitation.

The footsteps behind her were steady, without even a moment's pause.

The community committee members seemed very familiar with this old neighborhood and led them to their destination with ease.

"This is it."

The woman waved her hand, "Sure, this place is a bit messy, but the people living here are basically old acquaintances. When someone new suddenly shows up like this, we definitely need to pay attention."

That made sense. No matter whose account you went by, that heavily-dressed adult male didn't look like a good person.

Travis knocked on the old security door in front of them. Inside was dead silence—no sound at all.

Sienna shook her head too, "No sound. Let's contact a locksmith."

After all, this wasn't an emergency situation like Kimball's. Even for police, the proper legal procedures couldn't be skipped.

Travis nodded and went aside to contact the locksmith company registered with the police, while Kelvin also picked up his phone.

He pressed the answer button, then frowned, "I understand."

Kelvin's tone was somewhat heavy, and his handsome face turned cold.

Sienna couldn't help but look at him questioningly.

Kelvin furrowed his brow, his tone sounding coldly suppressed, "The mummy showed up in the neighboring state."

Sienna was first stunned, then immediately frowned, "That's impossible! We've been monitoring all the transportation hubs. Something that big—how could it be moved out without anyone noticing?"

Kelvin clearly had the same thought. He gave a cold laugh and slowly shook his head, "The point now isn't how they got the mummy out of the state."

Kelvin turned his phone around, showing Sienna the call record.

He sighed lightly, "You should recognize the number. The case has been officially transferred. We no longer have authority."

Sienna frowned slightly, with some dissatisfaction in her eyes.

Why?

The toxin on the mummy was related to the previous generation Q. She had just found a possible lead, and now the case was being cut off.

For Sienna, this was undoubtedly a cruel blow that pulled the rug out from under her.

Travis finished his call and keenly sensed something was off about the atmosphere.

He held his phone and hesitantly spoke, "The locksmith said they'll be here in about ten minutes..."

Kelvin and Sienna spoke almost simultaneously, "Tell them to come over, as fast as possible!"

Sienna nodded at Travis, who quickly contacted the locksmith company again, asking them to get to the scene as fast as they could.

The locksmith company had already seen Travis's credentials, so without another word, they rushed over with their tools.

The old security door was no match for the latest locksmith tools. In just over ten minutes, the door swung wide open for them.

Travis took the lead and stepped forward. Sienna paused slightly before following him in.

Inside the room was dead silence. Even the furniture had accumulated a thin layer of dust. The table and bed were cleaned up very neatly, with no personal items left behind.

Sienna didn't speak, but Travis looked back with some concern on his face.

"This room's layout is pretty much the same as Kimball's place."

The small house could be taken in completely with just one glance.

What Travis meant was that there was nowhere for anyone to hide—whoever had been here should have left long ago.

When they returned to the station, they were immediately met with the case handover work.

The station's superiors were well aware of the situation during the case investigation, and showed more concern for Sienna's state.

"Sienna."

Ruben looked at Sienna with what seemed more like an elder's concern.

Sienna hadn't even intended to sit down, but Ruben clearly knew how to handle the young people under him.

Before Sienna could speak, Ruben took the initiative, pouring her a glass of water and settling in for a heart-to-heart talk.

Sienna frowned and reluctantly took a seat across from Ruben.

"I know you're all tired of my nagging."

Ruben smiled and patted Sienna's shoulder, "I know you've put a lot of thought into the department, and I know your effort and ability. But Sienna..."

"This case is no small matter. Catching Finnian was already beyond expectations."

Sienna gave a low, cold laugh and gripped the now-cold glass of water in her hand.

She indeed stopped managing the case after that, and she and Kelvin took a few days off.

One day, while jogging with the kids downstairs, she overheard some gossip.

Several property management workers were discussing, "What did the community across the street do to deserve this kind of person!"

"Exactly!" The other workers agreed, "If we ran into someone like that, how could we even do our jobs? Already has mental problems, and then there's a drowning incident—who can handle that!"

Drowning?

Sienna frowned.

Drowning was no small matter. Just as Sienna was about to ask, her phone rang first.

It was Travis's voice, "Dr. Taylor, are you at the complex right now?"

Sienna paused, hearing something unusual in his tone, "What happened?"

Her tone was direct, so Travis didn't waste words, "We got a report. The location is next to the community across from yours, at the Emerald City Hotel."

Sienna stood up abruptly, "Got it. Kelvin and I will be right there."

The Emerald City Hotel was only one street away from Sienna's residential complex. She dropped the paperwork she was handling and turned to rush out of the complex.

Since she had run out of the complex, Sienna arrived at the scene drenched in sweat, only to find that police had already set up a cordon downstairs at the hotel, with red and blue lights flashing continuously.

A police officer recognized the breathless Sienna and quickly cleared a path to the scene.

"Sienna, Kelvin." Travis hurried over to meet them.

Sienna took the forensic tools from Travis's hands and entered the hotel room with a cold expression.

"Female victim, age between twenty and twenty-five, cause of death was excessive blood loss from severed radial artery at the wrist."

Sienna's tone was very flat, as if the death of a young woman couldn't stir any emotion in her.

"There are spray-pattern bloodstains on the floor and walls. Based on the drying condition, time of death was roughly three to five hours ago."