Chapter 318 Stanley Burton
I was somewhat surprised, recalling the earlier discussions of the police, they were talking about him, he was going to investigate Hilda’s
case.
After a moment of silence, I said, “Ms. Merchant’s death…”
He raised an eyebrow, saying, “Murder, if possible, let’s find a chance to talk about it privately.”
I became increasingly confused, not understanding, “Shall we talk?”
He nodded, “My mother’s original job was not in River City, she had no enemies in River City. The first case she investigated in River City was yours, and she ran into trouble afterwards. I heard Uncle Yang say that my mother had a history of interrogating you harshly.”
It took me a moment to react, then I frowned at him and said, “Are you suggesting that your mother’s death was due to her hasty interrogation of me, and my subsequent retaliation?”
He quickly shook his head, “That’s not what I meant, I’m sorry, I didn’t express myself clearly. I’m not doubting you, I just want to
communicate with you. After all, my mother didn’t have any enemies in River City before she pa*sed away.”
Although he was explaining that he wasn’t doubting me, his words were full of undeniable suspicion. I found it amusing and looked at him, saying, “So, Officer Lu, what do you want to talk about with me?”
He pursed his l*ps slightly and took a few steps towards me.
I instinctively stepped back, naturally giving rise to a sense of defense.
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He furrowed his brows, but spoke in a relatively gentle tone, “Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you. I just want your contact information, is that okay?”
The way this person behaved, truly left one at a loss for words.
I nodded and reached out to him.
He looked at me somewhat bewildered.
I sighed helplessly, “You wanted the contact information, right? Give me your phone.”
He hesitated for a moment, then took out his phone and handed it to me. I was about to ask for the unlock code, but he spoke first, “There’s no pa*sword.”
Hearing this, I unlocked my phone, typed in my own phone number, made a note, and handed it back to him.
He said, “If you want to contact me for information, call this number. However, I was also surprised by your mother’s death. She did interrogate me harshly, but I never took it to heart, let alone seek revenge. Besides, I couldn’t possibly seek revenge. After all, I am a law-abiding good citizen.”
He took the phone, looked at me, and said, “I didn’t doubt you.”
This statement was indeed decisive. I pursed my l*ps, thinking to myself, if they didn’t suspect me, why would they want to talk to me? The logic just didn’t add up.
Don’t argue with him, I was planning to find a place to sit.
When I didn’t want to look back, Walter and Captain Lucas had already come out of the office, and the two of them walked over.
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Seeing me with Stanley, Captain Lucas introduced us with a smile. Walter, who was always cold and indifferent, nodded at Stanley and then looked at me, saying, “Let’s go.
After saying goodbye to Captain Lucas and Stanley, I followed Walter out of the police station.
In the car, Walter started the vehicle, his voice as usual, “Shall I take you to the Conner Group?”
I nodded, without any pretense. It was hard to hail a cab here. I had hitched a ride with him when I came, so there was no need for me to put on airs and refuse his offer to drive me now.
The car pulled onto the main road, and as I glanced at the pa*sing tree shadows outside the window, I couldn’t help but ponder over Hilda’s death.
Unable to resist letting my imagination run wild, could it be that this matter is the same as Jacob’s death, that someone wants to mess with Walter, so they are preparing to sling mud at Walter?
“Tabatha.” Walter’s deep voice came to my ears as I was lost in thought.
“What’s wrong?” She turned to look at him, seeing him holding the steering wheel, looking ahead at the road with a calm expression. The man was handsome, his handsome face had no flaws, his side profile was even more extraordinary, with clear and handsome contours. It was a sight that was particularly pleasing to the eye. Beautiful things, whether people or objects, could always change one’s mood.
At the red light intersection, he stopped, glanced sideways at me, somewhat caught off guard by my infatuated expression. I instinctively avoided his gaze, flusteredly looking towards the flickering red light that was pa*sing by,
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Seemingly noticing my panic, the corners of his mouth lifted as he asked, “What are you nervous about?”
“No!” I blurted out, feeling somewhat guilty.
He curled his l*ps, “If you like to look, then look generously. I didn’t say you couldn’t.”
I… This person really had no shame.
Taking a deep breath, I glared at him and said irritably, “Who likes to
look at you? I was daydreaming, narcissist!”
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