Chapter 671

One of the police officers said, “We received a tip-off that illegal activities were taking place here. Please come with us to have a chat down at the station.” Tracey was shocked. Howard was speechless. Henry, on the other hand, was exclaiming internally, ‘For fuck’s sake, Marshall!’ … At the police station. After the police did some investigation and the three did a lot of explaining, half the night had passed by the time Tracey and the Morse brothers walked out of the police station. Howard wore a cold expression the whole time, wishing he could kick his useless little brother down and grind him into the floor. Tracey’s car was still parked in the hotel parking lot, so Howard said, “Miss Fowler, I’ll send you back.” He did not feel comfortable letting her take a taxi back this late at night. “Alright.” Tracey got into the car, listless. Henry sat in the passenger’s seat and looked back at Tracey, saying in a consoling manner, “Tracey, although Arthur may have reported us