Sitting in the car, Jason silently looked at the night view that whizzed by.
"... It turns out the prize for that award ceremony is to work at D.C. Street."
In the copilot's seat, Harry was a bit surprised.
Jason moved his eyes back and said, "I only knew it this afternoon. Where is the stuff I asked you to bring?"
Harry handed him a transparent medical hermetic bag.
Jason took it, picked up a few soft little curls from the folds of his clothes at his chest, put them in the hermetic bag, and sealed it.
"It's the child's hair left when I hugged him. Arrange a DNA test, I need the most accurate result."
Regardless of whether Linda's words were true or not and whether the child's father was someone else, he only believed his eyes.
Apparently, the girl was trying to stay away from him
