Chapter 2855

In other words, the so-called debt was just an excuse—Cicero had another reason to kill. Frank continued talking to him, just to distract him while he examined every corner of the house with his superhuman senses. After a couple of exchanges, Cicero invited them to stay, even serving them tea. Once he left the room, Yancy scowled. "I scanned our surroundings with my glasses—nothing." Seeing that she blamed herself, Frank smiled and bumped her on the head. "It's not just you—I sensed nothing too. This isn't as clear-cut as murder slash insurance fraud… there are plenty of fishy things that we need to dig out." Yancy frowned. "Now that's a bother, and I'm no detective!" Frank chuckled. "Me neither, but we can do what we do best to close this case anyway." "What's that?" Yancy asked. Frank smiled but said nothing. When Cicero returned with the tea, Frank twirled the cup but did not drink it. Instead, he asked, "Mr. Garand, how did you lose your money?" Cicero sighed. "Bad luck,