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Phil ran to the side to make a call and soon returned. He said, “They’ve sent Steven to the asylum
once they’re done interrogating him. He hasn’t left since and his alibi checks out.”
Eason frowned and said, “Hah, he wouldn’t need to lift a finger to kill someone. He only has to snap
his
fingers.”
I rolled my eyes at him and said, “Are you talking about a legend now? You should’ve just
mentioned that Steven is a god then, Why bother saying that he snapped his fingers?”
Eason nced at me disdainfully and said, “What do you know? Have you seen before murder
cases disguised as idental deaths before?”
I shook my head in all seriousness.
“If I have a grudge against you, and I want you dead, there are many ways for me to do it without
breaking thew,” Eason replied indifferently.
e you’re not
1 pursed my lips, obviously in disbelief. Eason was exasperated when he said, “Looks like
Stephanie Carlson after all.”
I rolled my eyes and said, “My name is Stephany Larson. Also, why do you keep insisting that
Steven is the killer? Didn’t you say that the serial murder case was about to be closed?”
“Many things aren’t as simple as you think. I’m not surprised that someone with an ordinary brain
like yours wouldn’t be able to understand it,” Eason said, his words unminced.
He then got someone to bring me to the interrogation room as he prepared himself to head over to
the
crime scene.
He said, “Try guessing, the murderer was supposed to kill ording to n. Now that Yasmin didn’t
die. those after her should technically be safe. But why did the murderer start killing again as soon
as Steven was sent to the asylum?”
I frowned, unable to find the logic in Eason’s words..
“That murderer was provoking the police. Every single person he has killed from the beginning was
all just for Steven. Can you still sav
that this serial murder case has nothing to do with Steven?” he asked.
His gaze shed with anger, as if he was sure that Steven was the mastermind behind it all.
“He is now putting pressure on the police. Since the police sent him to the asylum, then he would
cause. trouble for the police. And as he helped Zion in solving cases before and found Yasmin, he
is now
considered external assistance to the police.
“As long as there are troubles here and they can’t predict who the next victim is, they’ll have to ask
for his help,” Eason said with gritted teeth.
His anger was evident. I stepped back cautiously until my back hit the car door.
Eason chuckled coldly and said, “Let’s have apetition since Steven wants topete with me.
See if
I could predict who and where the next victim is before something happens to them.”
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I took in a sharp breath as I looked at Eason before me. He became somewhat crazy all just to
compete
with Steven.
“Was the victim… someone from the welfare home?” I asked softly.
Eason only came back to his senses and turned to look at Phil. He asked, “Has the identity of the
victim
been confirmed?”
“Sparks is already heading there, but we can’t confirm it yet. We’ve sealed the crime scene off for
now, but there were many stray dogs in the alleyst night-“, Phil said softly. “It’s looking pretty
grotesque over there. Are you going over to check it out?”
Eason massaged his temples before saying. “I’ll head over now,” I subconsciously asked, “Can you
bring
me along?”
Somehow I felt that something was wrong with the recent murder. The murder in the Sunset Alley
seemed to be different from the previous murder cases.
Every victim of this serial murder case had been disposed of near a water source, either at a
reservoir, river, or ake. But this time it was dumped directly in Sunset Alley.
Was someone really putting pressure on the police and adding difficulty for the case to be solved,
all just because Steven was sent into the asylum?
Most of the evidence from the crime scene would be destroyed if the corpses were to be dumped
into water. But to dump it in the alley–Was it about the stray dogs?
I took in a sharp breath and clenched my fists nervously. Don’t tell me that those stray dogs were
feeding on the corpses?
/ Eason eyed me and replied, “No.” I no longer insisted on it and followed the female officer into the
interrogation room.
I was acting in justifiable self–defense, and there was video evidence and witnesses at the scene. I
heard that the Lincoln family members refused to settle in private and insisted on sentencing me so
that I can pay with my own blood.
Fortunately, Ewan had also brought awyer. As the man had only sustained minor injuries and
with the fact that I was only protecting myself and my baby as a mother, my intention was to stop
the crime from happening. There was no dispute on that point.
I was brought back after Ewan paid for my bail. While I was leaving, the female officer asked me in
surprise, “You’re quite amazing, have you learnt dissecting? Every cut was non–lethal and shallow,
and they didn’t even reach the fascialyer. You stopped just short of it!”