"Dig deeper into Isaac's activities over the years. He shouldn't have the ability to mess with his records," Sophie directed with a hint of exasperation.
Sandy nodded, "Got it, I'll get someone on it right away."
As Sandy left, Sophie sank into the couch with a sigh. "In less than three days, Isaac will be caught, and we can finally catch a break."
Kiran raised an eyebrow, "You really think your brother won't stir up any trouble?"
"He's not exactly a mastermind," Sophie replied, shaking her head. "The only reason our investigation was tricky these past few days was because it involved places like schools, small clubs, and motels that are hard to monitor."
For the past couple of days, they had focused their efforts on tracing the distribution back to Isaac. This proved that Isaac wasn't much of a threat. If he were truly clever, he would've at least created a fake identity. But he hadn't. That showed he hadn't even thought to cover his tracks over the past two decades. Acting so carelessly, how could he possibly cause any real trouble? Clearly, he hadn't learned a thing all these years.
"He's one of your folks from Devonport. Now that we've got his identity, finding him shouldn't be a hassle for you. I don't care about the rest; just update me once it’s all sorted."
This whole mess had been all noise, no substance. Anyone would be frustrated by such an outcome.
"Plus, our family, the Pollards, has put in a lot of effort, manpower, and money these past few days. I'll have my secretary send over the details. Once Isaac is caught, make sure he pays up and doesn't get too comfy in prison, or I'll be quite unhappy."
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