Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 102: The Grandpa's Legacy

"To make a formal charge, the police need solid, irrefutable evidence," Nancy added. "Right now, they've only brought Errol in to cooperate with the investigation. It's not a formal arrest yet. If they want to detain him any longer, they’ll have to find much stronger proof."

The group of young men didn't look relieved by the explanation. If anything, they seemed more frantic.

"So he won't be out until eleven tomorrow morning?"

"Then he has to eat and get across town. The studio is in the suburbs—that's a ninety-minute drive at least."

The yellow-haired youth counted the hours on his fingers before turning to his friend with green hair. "But the video shoot for the competition is at one tomorrow afternoon!"

The green-haired boy kicked the ground in frustration. "Exactly! Errol’s role in tomorrow's set is crucial!"

Nancy sighed softly. "The best thing we can do right now is find evidence that proves Errol's innocence as quickly as possible."

Simon’s sharp gaze swept over the group. "Can anyone here account for Errol’s whereabouts on the night of the incident?"

The yellow-haired youth scratched his head. "After Errol fought with his grandfather, he usually just buried himself in his dancing. He’d go to these remote spots to practice alone..." His voice trailed off. "There... there aren't really any cameras in those areas."

"So, no alibi," Nancy muttered, her brow furrowing. Seeing how desperate they were, she couldn't help but ask, "Is this competition really that important?"

She was a bit confused. While a dance competition was a big deal, Errol’s grandfather had just been murdered. The fact that their focus remained entirely on the dance made her wonder if there was more to the story.

"It’s not just any competition. It’s for Errol—an international one," the yellow-haired boy explained, waving his hands dismissively as if to ward off any idea that they were being cold-hearted. "And this competition is actually about his grandfather!"

"Errol isn't like us, just fooling around," the green-haired boy added, speaking rapidly. "He’s a student of a real master—Trent! You know, the guy from that street dance show? Trent saw how much talent Errol had and started teaching him for free."

"Tomorrow at one," he continued, "Errol is supposed to record a video with Trent’s top-tier crew, 'Tempest,' for the World Crew Championships! It’s the kind of thing that leads straight to the world stage!"

A shorter youth chimed in, looking miserable. "Those guys are legends. There are dozens of them, and they finally managed to clear their schedules for tomorrow afternoon. The venue, the crew, the lighting—everything is locked in. They only need that one afternoon to finish the shoot, but it's all set in stone."

"And now he’s locked up," he groaned. "This is a disaster!"

The yellow-haired boy nodded vigorously. "Errol is the key to the whole routine. He might not have the raw experience of the veterans, but his choreography ideas are insane."

"Yeah!" The green-haired boy’s eyes lit up as he tried to convey the significance. "Errol isn't a bookworm, that's for sure. But he knows his grandfather’s archaeological discoveries and notebooks inside out! He used all of it for this choreography!"

He pulled up a chat history, showing Errol’s late-night complaints about studying his grandfather’s notes:

"So many rare characters. I'm dying here. I can't read this... it's like a secret code. My boss is seriously impressive. Secretly asked one of my boss’s colleagues for help. I think I get it now. Going to talk to my mentor.The rehearsal looked great. Maybe this time he'll actually give me a compliment?"

"Errol said it himself!" the green-haired boy shouted excitedly. "He wants to show the whole world that this incredible ancient culture was discovered by his grandfather!"

The yellow-haired boy shook his head. "They're both stubborn. Neither of them would ever back down. But even though Errol fought with Professor Korbin all the time, deep down, he just wanted the man's approval. There's no way he'd kill him for insurance money."

Nancy understood that kind of conflict all too well. The rift between generations is rarely simple. The young resent the lack of understanding, while the elders resent the lack of maturity. People often hurt those closest to them in the most aggressive ways, yet reveal their deepest devotion in the most unexpected moments.

The yellow-haired youth showed Nancy and Simon a video of a previous rehearsal on his phone. In the video, the dancers shifted formations to the beat of heavy drums—sometimes spreading out like a flock of geese, other times coiling like a serpent. It looked like an ancient battle array brought to life, a stunning spectacle that eclipsed the standard routines of international crews.

"Errol wanted his grandfather to see his work on TV," the boy said softly. "He wanted to prove he wasn't just a deadbeat kid wasting his life. He wanted to give his grandfather a surprise on the world stage."