Chapter 272: Detective Martin

At the police station.

Martin and Gordon, guided by a female officer, entered the interrogation room.

Seeing Martin, Biu, whose face was streaked with tears, immediately stood up and rushed toward him, as if she had found her anchor.

Martin could have avoided her, but he knew that if he did, it would surely cause a media frenzy tomorrow.

The police station likely had many media informants—like the female officer standing next to him, who could very well be one.

He hesitated, but ultimately didn't dodge and embraced the girl as she approached.

The smell of alcohol, vomit, and cheap perfume hit him immediately.

The female officer beside them frowned and stepped a little further away, but Martin remained calm and gently patted Biu's back.

"Alright, it's okay now. Tell me what happened," he said softly.

"Sorry, Martin, I shouldn't have dragged you into this, since we only met last night, but I really had no other choice! I don't know anyone else here, and Heather was taken by bad guys. I'm scared and worried, so I told them your name, hoping you could help us!" Biu explained, clearly trying to justify herself.

Her words were smooth and well-chosen. She quickly clarified that she and Martin were not close, likely to reassure the officer nearby, and then sweetly asked Martin for his help.

With her beautiful face, tear-streaked and pitiful, it would have been hard not to want to comfort her—if not for the awful smell.

Martin guided her to a seat.

Then, with the female officer's watchful gaze, he sat opposite her and asked, "Can we talk privately?"

The female officer nodded and left the room.

As soon as she was out the door, her expression broke, and she smiled with excitement. A colleague came up to her and teased, "Looks like you're thrilled—finally got up close to your idol."

"He's so good-looking! His skin is flawless, no freckles or large pores!" the officer replied, hugging herself.

Another colleague, Dick, walked over and asked, "What's the deal between that girl and Martin?"

The female officer glanced at him and said, "Didn't she already say? They just had a drink together at Marquee, and then Martin left with his friend."

"I don't believe it. She's so pretty. They must have something special going on," Dick replied, shaking his head.

"Hmph. We'll get the footage from Marquee's security cameras soon. If you don't believe it, watch the footage yourself," the officer said, turning her head in disdain.

She didn't like Dick—he often sold police information to the media. It used to be fine, but now, with Martin involved, she found him irritating.

In the interrogation room, Martin was calmly speaking to Biu.

"Alright, tell me what happened after we left last night," he said with a gentle tone.

Under Martin's calming presence, Biu began to relax and recounted everything that happened after they left the bar.

After a short while, the female officer returned with news: "Biu Phillips, the surveillance footage is ready. Come and identify."

"Can I go with her?" Martin asked as he stood up.

The female officer smiled and nodded. "Of course, you're one of the involved parties."

They moved to the surveillance room.

First, the footage from the first floor was played, followed by footage from the second floor.

In the video, there were clips of Biu and Heather laughing and chatting with Martin, and also of Martin saying goodbye before leaving.

The female officer sighed in relief. "I knew it. My idol isn't like that!"

Dick, the officer, stared intently, his expression thoughtful.

Martin, sensing something, glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, subtly using his influence.

Soon after, Biu suddenly shouted, "That's him! Roger Bart, that fraud! Please find him quickly—Heather is still in his hands!"

"Play the first-floor footage again," Martin spoke up.

The officer in charge of the video glanced at everyone, hesitating about whether to follow the celebrity's request.

"Listen to him," the female officer instructed.

The officer nodded and began playing the footage again.

"Fast forward and pause at 1:22," Martin directed. "Stop."

"Look, isn't that Roger Bart? He's been watching Heather and Biu the whole time," Martin pointed out, indicating a man partially hidden in the crowd, his face only half visible.

Everyone watched carefully, confirming it was indeed Roger Bart.

"Continue fast-forwarding... stop!" Martin ordered again.

"Look at this guy—he's wearing the same t-shirt, with the same tattoo. This should be the person who spoke to Roger Bart earlier. Is he the driver?" Martin speculated.

Biu scrutinized the video closely and then shook her head. "It's just a half-profile. I can't recognize him."

"Alright, fast-forward again... stop!"

"This person, same t-shirt, same tattoo. He should be the one who spoke to Roger Bart earlier. Is this the driver?"

"Yes! That's him! That's him!" Biu cried out excitedly.

The female officer, looking at Martin with admiration, thought to herself, He's so smart! He's even more charming than 'Detective Hunter'...

But this didn't distract her from giving orders.

"Blank, go investigate their identities and addresses."

"Dick, prepare a warrant."

"Barry, check with the gang informants, see if there's any clue."

After leaving the room, Dick did not immediately start on the warrant. Instead, he went to the bathroom and made a phone call.

"Hello, I've got a lead for you—"

"Ah, damn it!"

In the middle of his sentence, his hand trembled, and he accidentally dropped the phone into the toilet.

Quick on his feet, Dick grabbed the phone, but the interruption caused him to forget what he was doing.

Who was I calling again? What was I supposed to say?

He tried to power the phone on, but it was dead.

"Forget it. I'll just get to work," he muttered, and after finishing his business, left the restroom.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, a man in his thirties repeatedly dialed Dick's number, but it kept going to voicemail.

"Damn it, what's this idiot doing?" the man grumbled as he gave up and went back to bed.

...

Martin and Gordon stayed at the police station with Biu.

Biu was touched. She didn't expect the famous star to go this far for them. "Thank you, Martin. I'm really sorry to drag you into this."

Martin waved it off. "When it's a matter of life and death, I can't just stand by."

"Martin, you're a true hero," the female officer said, blushing with admiration.