Chapter 227 Routine Visit

• Austin wasn't exactly surprised to see the detectives on his doorstep. Hell, when the cops found Owen Bester's phone at Boshoff's crime scene, he knew he was royally fucked, and it was only a matter of time before law enforcement came knocking on his door—
• "Mr Hawthorne?" The stocky officer with a ruddy complexion and a bushy moustache broke through Austin's thoughts, forcing his attention back to pressing matters.
• "Yes?" he said, grimacing at the officer. It was way too early to bring out his genuine smile.