Chapter 238 Detention
Even though I was somewhat prepared, I was still startled by the sudden intrusion of the police. Holding the phone, I instinctively hung up and put it away.
Looking at the police officer in front of him, he nodded, “Okay!”
Seeing this, the policeman muttered softly, “Let’s go.”
After speaking, he made way for me.
I pursed my l*ps, following them out, my mind racing with thoughts of how to protect the innocent Sebastian, who had been unwittingly
dragged into this, from further involvement.
Just, why did Ashley suddenly report? She was taken away by the police for such a long time, even when I last went to see her, she didn’t seem to have any intention of reporting me. Why did she suddenly report now?
She had set me up before, and if it hadn’t been for Sebastian’s appearance, I wouldn’t have been able to clear myself of this matter. Later, when Henry’s b*dy disappeared, she lost her evidence, so she kept playing dumb. But why has she suddenly brought this up now?
Did she already know the location of the b*dy?
My mind was a bit muddled, and I couldn’t figure out the reason for a moment. Could the problem lie with that person named Robinson? Why did he suddenly meet Ashley? What was his relationship with Ashley?
Police station.
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I couldn’t understand the implications, and after getting out of the car with the police, I was taken to the interrogation room.
In the interrogation room, I sat in a completely enclosed room, with nothing in front of me but a perfectly square table. There was nothing else.
A few minutes later, a man in a police uniform came in and sat down on the chair opposite me.
Looking at me, he began, “Tabatha, is it?”
I nodded.
He looked at me, his expression very serious, “Do you know why we brought you here?”
I pursed my l*ps, “I don’t know.”
He furrowed his brows, squinting at me with hawk-like eyes, “Our officer had already clearly told you when he came to get you, the
reason you were brought here was because someone reported you for murder and hiding the b*dy. Don’t you know why you came with the police?”
He was intimidating. If I hadn’t experienced the darkness of five years ago, I would certainly be scared facing this oppression. But at this moment, I was very calm, even somewhat cold. Looking at him, I said, “You told me that I was accused of murder and hiding the b*dy, but I didn’t do it. Even so, because your procedures are complete, I still came to cooperate with your work.”
I bit hard to match the two characters.
The man paused slightly, seemingly surprised by my calmness, and after a few seconds of silence, he said, “Well, let’s talk about Henry. Do you know him?”
I nodded, “I know.”
He then asked, “Did he die?”
“He’s dead!” I said, still very calm.
But the policeman across was no longer calm. His hand gripping the
pen tightened, his tone faltered slightly, then he continued, “How did they die?”
“Ashley killed.” I answered truthfully.
The police frowned, “Ashley? The woman who reported you for murder?”
I nodded, my face very calm.
He squinted, seemingly in thought, and seemingly trying to discern the truth of my words. He then asked, “How did she kill? Do you have any
evidence?”
I shook my head, “She took advantage of Henry’s distraction, and stabbed a dagger about seven centimeters long directly into Henry’s back. Henry was killed with a single stab.”
The police officer pursed his l*ps, “Where’s the evidence?”
“No!” I spoke up, answering truthfully. I indeed had no evidence, otherwise, I would have called the police immediately after the incident.
Hearing this, the police officer took a deep breath and asked, “So where is Henry’s b*dy?”
I shook my head, “I don’t know, I was drugged by Ashley at that time and pa*sed out.”
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Everything I answered and said was evidence-based truth.
Whether the police believed or not, I couldn’t judge.
The police officer across from me fell silent for a moment, then looked at me and said, “Tabatha, based on your and Ashley’s statements, we have preliminarily determined that the victim, Henry, is dead. You and Ashley are both suspected of murder and hiding the b*dy. In the next 24 hours, stay at the police station and cooperate with us to find Henry’s b*dy and confirm the cause of his death.”
When Captain Lucas called me, I had a hunch about what was coming. Faced with such a result, I just nodded slightly and responded, “Okay!”
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