“Stephie…”
Steven panicked, trying to exin. But he still seemed hesitant.
Frustrated, I turned around to find somewhere to be alone.
Just then, Steven’s phone rang. It was a call from Eason. “Yasmin’s missing. There are no clues.
Just as you said, it was a bait. Something happened at the hospital, and Zion got injured.
Thankfully, the culprit.
was arrested.
“You shoulde. Michael is causing a scene at the police station, demanding that we locate
Yasmin. Come help me locate her.”
Steven hung up on Eason, clearly having no intentions toply. He was focused on exining
the
situation to me.
I looked at him, waiting for his exnation.
“Stephie…” As he began, his phone rang again. It was Eason.
Steven hung up his phone angrily and was about to block Eason, but I stopped him. “Answer the
call. You took such a great risk to approach Peter in the asylum. Don’t let
your efforts go to waste.”
Silent, Steven picked up the call.
“Steven Lincoln! Are you burning bridges on me now?” Eason yelled over the phone. It sounded
noisy
the background.
I could hear Michael’s angry voice, condemning the police for theirck of effort. Michael was angry
about how Yasmin, despite being under police protection, had gotten kidnapped!
“I’m burning you,” Steven replied before hanging up again.
It took me a while to realize that Steven was cursing Eason. Eason said Steven was burning
bridges, and
Steven said he was burning Eason instead. I reckoned Eason would need some time to react too.
“Stephie…” Steven said, but his phone rang again.
This time, he turned his phone off.
“Stephie… I’m not saying that the murderer doesn’t matter. I’m investigating it. Everything is
connected.
I’m just not sure. My assumptions may not be urate…” Steven hurriedly exined.
But it seemed that he was a bad liar.
Though Steven’s assumptions may not be correct, he must have a key suspect. Yet, he was hiding
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I was not sure of the reason that he was hiding it from me. But looking at the chain of evidence, it
seemed like he was… trying to “protect” the murderer.
I said after a long silence. “Steven, my death feels like a dream to me. Before I died, I thought
you were the murderer because you were so suspicious…”
Taking into ount everything on the wall of evidence, I could conclude that Steven was not the
murderer. However, he was hiding something.
“Now, I trust that you’re not the murderer, but if you’re covering for the murderer or helping them get
away, you’ll be responsible for my death…”
My voice was hoarse but determined. I was warning Steven in case I found out that he was secretly
helping the murderer.
Steven panicked and lowered his head, his fists tightening anxiously.
“Stephie…”
“If I can forgive the person who so cruelly murdered me, what does that make me?” Iughed
bitterly,
then backed away from the wall of photos and evidence.
I said in a low voice, “Steven, if we evere to that, let’s get a divorce. Let me go.”
Now that we had no baby, there was nothing that would keep us together.
I also came to believe that Steven was not the murderer who killed me.
“Stephie, I don’t want to get a divorce.” Steven shook his head in panic, not wanting a divorce.
“But in my opinion, the murderer matters more to you than I do.” I pointed toward the centermost
section about the serial murder case. Two pieces of paper had a question mark on them.
That confirmed some assumptions about the oues of Steven’s investigation.
Two people were involved in the nning of the serial murder case.
One was responsible for strategizing while the other handled the execution.
We could call that person the executor.
Meanwhile, Simon worked under the two, like a chess piece.
Steven chose to take Simon in, even when he clearly knew that Simon was rted to the serial
murder
case…
I didn’t think Steven had done that to investigate the murder.