My Husband, Warm The Bed

"Who would willingly compare themselves to him? Not to mention the two big backers behind him, his arrogance alone is enough for me to back down." Quill sighed and added, "The Hefner family is really something else. You and I are no match for him."

Danny was confused. "Sergeant Scott, I don't quite understand. If he has such strong backers, he could have any position he wanted. Why did he choose to take on such a high-risk job?"

Quill said, "I used to wonder the same. After all, a rich heir like him doesn't need to do anything at all. He can do whatever he wishes and live comfortably for the rest of his life. There is no need for him to suffer like this. But after spending some time with him, I finally get it."

Danny asked curiously, "What's the reason?"

"When everyone heard that he was planning to become the captain of the narcotics team, no one thought highly of him. Everyone thought that he was just fooling around, that he wasn't really capable of handling the job. They all thought he would give up in a matter of days."

Danny knowingly finished Quill's sentence, "Instead, not only did he not give up but he also performed excellently. There were so many criminals that the previous captains had not dared to capture, but Jefferson rounded them all up on his second day in office. Besides, the previous captains hadn't dared to simply cross into gang territory, but in three days, Jefferson wiped them all clean. Because of these two cases, Vera, a girl from our department, has become his huge fan. Anything that he does, she will announce proudly to all of us. As we keep hearing all his stories, our curiosity towards Jefferson grows even more."

"Yes, who wouldn't be curious?" Quill sighed again, and then slowly said, "After he took on this job, he had proven to all those people who doubted him that they were wrong. After his two big operations, no one dares to take him lightly."

"Sergeant Scott, you haven't told me why Jefferson doesn't want an easier job instead."

"Because most people who rely on their connections are good-for-nothings. Because of that, they want to take the easy way out." Quill patted Danny on the shoulder as he spoke, "We are just ordinary men, hence we think that way. However, Jefferson is different. He's not just talented, but he's extremely talented. He can achieve greatness with his own merits alone, so why would he bother relying on someone else? If he has the capability, why would he want others to think that he got the job because of his connections?"

"That sounds about right." Hearing Quill's words, Danny felt like he was right. Jefferson was capable of paving his own path, and he managed to use his actions to shut up those people who laughed at him. Why rely on others when you have nothing to hide?

Perhaps Jefferson had never even thought much of it, and he was doing a job which he genuinely liked. Nonetheless, his results so far had already exceeded what most people could achieve in their lifetime. "I've managed to figure out the issue with Jefferson, but I still can't figure out my own issues." Quill let out another sigh and said, "I don't know why I still feel overwhelmed even though the case has been solved."

As the captain of Paramount Criminal Police Team, he shouldered the hope of all the citizens. His multiple failures to crack cases and his incompetence in dealing with the enemy had been making Quill feel suffocated. He couldn't catch his breath.

"Sergeant Scott, I think Mr. Hefner is giving you a lot of indirect pressure. Everyone can see his proficiency. Don't be upset because of him. The bar homicide case has been solved. Now, the dismembered corpses case is waiting for you to crack," said Danny.

Before Jefferson had joined their force, no one in particular really stood out. Quill's efficiency was still considered pretty good. Now that Jefferson appeared, he had become the standard everyone would follow. No one else could keep up with him, so naturally, it was stressful.

"Ah, yes, the dismembered corpses case. But we still have no leads." As he said this, Quill suddenly thought of something. "Danny, do you think it is possible that Uriah and his gang are responsible for that case too?"

Danny hadn't caught on yet, and he stared at Quill blankly.

"It might be possible." Quill immediately took out the file of the case and explained, "Look, generally, murderers will leave clues behind when they commit a crime. The forensics department or the identification department would usually be able to extract clues from the scene that will lead us to the murderer."

Danny nodded. "You're right."

Quill continued, "But the crime scenes were spotless. There were no fingerprints, no DNA, nothing at all. At first glance, it can be seen that the culprit is well versed in how to cover up evidence. In Chatterton Town, who could be better at that than Uriah and his gang?"

"Sergeant Scott, your analysis makes sense, but right now we don't have any evidence. We can't just make guesses."

Quill said decisively, "Let's have a meeting. Gather the forensic, identification, and mark inspection department."

In the conference room.

After listening to everyone's new reports, Quill said with a dignified look, "So many days have passed since the dismembered corpses case, but you guys are still reporting the same things to me as you had done on the first day. Has there been no progress these past two days?"

He scanned across the room and noticed that the occupants all had their heads lowered quietly. It was clear that there were no new discoveries.

He looked toward those from the identification department, and they avoided his gaze. Not a sound either. It seemed like there was no hope.

Quill then looked at Zelson. All his hope was

on him now.

Zelson was the only person who looked him in the eye, but he did not give the answer that Quill wanted. "I have examined the body parts again and again, but there is no new discovery for the time being." Quill looked at his colleagues from other departments and asked, "What about you guys? Nothing new as well?"

Similarly, no one responded. It was as if everyone had become mute.

Compared to their current attitude, Quill thought about how chatty these group of people had been when they were boasting. He flung the folder on the table in anger and roared, "Not only did we not find anything on the bar homicide case, but we even fell into the murderer's trap and almost charged an innocent man. Tell me, if it weren't for Captain Hefner, would we have been able to solve it? You lot are sitting here on taxpayers' money, but none of you is doing your jobs right. Aren't you guys ashamed? How can you guys face the public?"