Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot-Chapter 679 - : 222: Sylvia Thompson never expected this! _6

Chapter 679: 222: Sylvia Thompson never expected this! _6

Viola Thompson followed Ling’s footsteps.

Soon, they arrived at the interrogation room.

Afra Gracen looked nervously at Viola, “What’s going on? Why have you come to me again? Didn’t I answer clearly last time?”

Viola Thompson calmly sat down with Ling on the chairs.

The air was quiet.

Afra Gracen was very uneasy, her mood was complicated returning to the police station.

She had nightmares for two days after her last visit.

As a result, she was out of it during the day.

Ling took out a shopping bag unhurriedly, “Is this yours?”

Afra Gracen looked up and said, “I did buy a watch of this brand, but I’m not sure if this is mine.”

Ling continued with the next question, “I’ll ask you again, were you really out on the night of the crime? Between 19:00-22:00, did you return home?”

Upon hearing this, Afra Gracen hesitated for a moment before saying, “Really, I swear I didn’t come back. Officer, please believe me, I couldn’t possibly kill anyone! James’s death has nothing to do with me, I swear!”

“Then why did your footprints appear at the crime scene?” Ling’s voice suddenly became very severe, staring at Afra Gracen, “Moreover, your client has confessed everything; that night, you were not with him the whole time! Afra Gracen, I warn you, you better confess honestly, or you will pay for your actions!”

Afra Gracen’s face turned pale, cold sweat on her forehead, she lowered her head and said, “I knew you would find out, but I didn’t expect it to come so soon…”

“You killed James after having an argument with him?” Ling asked.

“No, no!” Afra Gracen denied it repeatedly, “Although I lied, I absolutely haven’t killed anyone! Actually, I returned that night and found that James was already lying dead on the floor! I was afraid the police would think I killed him, so I left in fear. His death has nothing to do with me!”

“You’re still lying at this point.”, Viola Thompson spoke up, “If you hadn’t done anything, why would you be afraid of the police thinking it was you who killed him! James had a total of twenty-one wounds on his body, one of which was caused by a fruit knife. If I’m not mistaken, on the day of the incident, you should have had a conflict with James. You slashed him with the fruit knife in anger, and then he drove you out of the house. Later in the night, you couldn’t let it go, so you went back to settle the score and accidentally killed James. Am I right?”

“Yes, ah, no! Viola, James’s death has nothing to do with me,” Afra Gracen spoke anxiously, almost crying, “Since you all know it now, I’ll just tell the truth…”

As Afra Gracen spoke, she became lost in her memories. freewebnoveℓ.com

The situation was just as Viola Thompson described. That day, Afra Gracen had a fierce quarrel with James over some trivial matters.

During the quarrel, she accidentally slashed James with a fruit knife.

Seeing that Afra Gracen dared to attack him with a knife, James became furious and ordered her to leave.

At that time, Afra Gracen was also angry and left in a huff.

When she returned, she felt uneasy and went to drink with a friend she knew well. At around 8:30 pm, she returned to Imperial Court Apartments, planning to apologize to James and put the matter to rest.

“I never expected that when I pushed the door open, I would see blood everywhere! At that time, I was terrified, after all, I had fought James with a knife during the day, and then he died at night, so I didn’t dare to call the police!”

At this point, Afra Gracen’s voice trembled, “I can swear to heaven, I did not kill James! Oh, right, I still have evidence; I can prove that I did not have time to kill him.”

“What evidence?” Viola Thompson asked.

Afra Gracen continued, “That day when I was climbing the stairs, I saw a strange person on the fifth floor whom I had never seen before. Oh, right, I even took a photo; you can take a look at that photo!”

As she said this, Afra Gracen fumbled for her phone.

It took her a while to remember that mobile phones were not allowed in the interrogation room.

Ling asked someone to fetch Afra Gracen’s phone. Afra Gracen unlocked it and found a photo. “That’s the person! Look at his odd look, wearing a mask in this hot weather. At first, I thought he was a thief! Oh, right, the photo details show that I took it at 8:35. By 9:00, I was already eating barbecue, so I didn’t have time to kill anyone!”

Ling took Afra Gracen’s phone and carefully looked at the photo on it, frowning slightly.

The person in the photo was thin and about 1.6 meters tall, wearing a black shirt and a black mask. Due to the dim lighting, it was difficult to see the eyes clearly.

It was clearly the same person Viola Thompson had found!

Why would this person appear in building 10?

Could it be…

Ling frowned slightly and immediately handed the phone to Viola Thompson, “Miss Thompson, take a look.”

Viola Thompson took the phone and was surprised to see such strong evidence from Afra Gracen.

Meanwhile, the search team received a message.

They had not found the person from the surveillance footage in the Fragrant Garden Community. The property management also said there were no residents or tenants like that.

He seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

Viola Thompson spoke at that moment, “If the murderer is Sylvia Thompson, then the clothes she was wearing and the wig on her head must still be hidden in Maureen Fitzell’s house.”

Ling and Oliver Andrews immediately went to Maureen Fitzell’s home.

Maureen Fitzell and Sylvia Thompson were both there.

Faced with the police at her doorstep, Maureen Fitzell greeted them politely, “What can I do for you?”

Ling showed her badge and search warrant, “Ms. Fitzell, we suspect that you are involved in a murder case, please cooperate with our police work.”

“Okay,” Maureen Fitzell politely opened the door, “Please come in, my house is a bit messy, you can start searching over there.”

Seeing the police entering one after another, Sylvia Thompson narrowed her eyes and walked to Ling’s side, “Officer Kim, is there any progress in my brother’s case?”

Ling did not answer, but looked at Maureen Fitzell, “Ms. Fitzell, we’re starting the search now.”

Maureen Fitzell nodded.

Being a law-abiding citizen, she naturally cooperated with the police work.

The police began to search.

Sylvia Thompson narrowed her eyes slightly, curious if the dumb cops could find anything.

As Sylvia Thompson expected.

After some searching, there were no results.

Oliver Andrews frowned slightly, looked at Ling and asked in a low voice, “Did Miss Thompson make a mistake in her prediction?”

“It shouldn’t be.”

As soon as her words fell, Ling noticed that the floor under Ian’s feet was odd.

Ling walked over, “Ian, step aside.”

Ian stepped back.

Ling squatted down and tapped the floor with her finger. Then she looked at Ian, “Bring me a tool.”

“Alright.”

Ian immediately ran to get a tool.

Soon, he brought a crowbar.

Ling took the crowbar, pried open the floor, and then found a set of black clothes and a wig under the floor.

“Ms. Fitzell, is this yours?”

“Not mine,” Maureen Fitzell was very surprised, and she couldn’t imagine that things could be hidden under the floor. She turned to Sylvia Thompson, “Sylvia, is this yours?”

Sylvia Thompson’s face lost all its color in an instant, and she took an unsteady step back.