Chapter 583: Not Intentionally Keeping You in Suspense_1


    “What high? High what?” Jane McCain still didn’t understand, “So what if you know Cami Farrell? Does it have anything to do with this case?”


    An Rivera smiled, shook his head, and started the car.


    As the car drove onto the open road, Purple Summers exined to Jane McCain, “Cami Farrell is a women’s rights activist and a good friend of the president of the Women’s Rights Protection Federation. She has many coborative projects with them. In situations like the Dous Family’s, it’s useless to go to the police, you have to ask the Women’s Rights Protection Federation for help.”


    Purple Summers said, shing a slight smile, and then continued, “So, you see, I wasn’t trying to be mysterious just now, it’s just that this could really offend people. If I had told Norman Dous, the Justice outright, I’m afraid he would have blown his top right there, haha.”


    Jane McCain suddenly understood.


    Purple Summers was nning to whisk away someone’s wife and child; of course, she couldn’t tell them directly, or wouldn’t that make enemies?


    “If the Women’s Rights Protection Federation gets involved, they really might divorce.” Jane McCain thought for a moment and sighed softly, “A divorce would be good… Living in constant fear and on guard, even if not depressed will turn into real depression. And as long as they get divorced, the killer hiding in the Dous Household probably won’t be able to harm Mrs. Dous’s children anymore.”


    “How did your investigation go today?” An Rivera, who was driving in front, asked.


    “Not bad,” Purple Summers’s smile faded a bit, “I have someone in mind, but it’ll take time to verify. Right now, the most pressing issue is to quickly help Mrs. Dous move away. We can’t allow her and her child to stay in that kind of ce any longer. Even if the killer doesn’t strike again, Mrs. Dous’s mental state will break down sooner orter.”


    A hint of a smile appeared on An Rivera’s poker face. He nced at Purple Summers through the rearview mirror, his eyes filled with admiration.<div>


    “Nicely done, it wasn’t in vain that I fought for so long for you guys,” he said with a smile, “Looks like when you join the Prosecutor’s Office, I’ll have to be ready to poach you.”


    When assigning interns, prosecutors could use some internal connections to get first pick of the interns. Securing a capable intern assistant could greatly improve their work efficiency.


    That An Rivera would say such a thing was an obvious sign of affirmation that Purple Summers was a promising talent.


    But for Suzanne Saunders, who had trained him, the feelings wereplex at that moment.


    Jane McCain immediately asked, “Who’s the killer?”


    “I can’t say just yet,” apologised Purple Summers with a smile, “I have no evidence, just personal spection. I need some more proof to confirm it’s that person.”


    “You can tell me your guess, I promise I won’t tell anyone,” Jane McCain was extremely curious.


    Purple Summers helplessly responded, “An usation without solid evidence is too childish to mention. If I’m wrong, I’ll regret my irresponsible words and actions every day.”


    Jane McCain, feeling dejected, leaned back and eximed, “This is too frustrating! Who exactly killed Mrs. Dous’s child, ah! I really want to know!”


    “It won’t be much longer,” Purple said, “You’ll know soon enough, at most… well, at most a month.”


    “That’s still a long time,” Jane McCain red at Purple Summers with grievance, “Purple, just tell me. Otherwise, I’m going to lose sleep over it.”


    “Telling you now wouldn’t help,” Purple Summersughed, “What if I’m wrong! If the killer turns out to be someone else, you’ll really lose sleep then!”


    Seeing Purple Summers firmly unwilling to reveal the answer, Jane McCain was thoroughly frustrated, sighing heavily all the way in the car.


    An Rivera drove to drop Jane McCain home first, then took Purple Summers back.


    Before Purple Summers got out of the car, An Rivera called out to her, asking, “Does Mrs. Dous know who’s out to harm her?”


    Purple Summers nodded, “She knows. That’s why she’s so afraid.”


    An Rivera pondered for a moment, then said goodbye to Purple Summers, “Thank you for today. Once the Women’s Rights Protection Federation steps in, we’ll meet again.”


    By then, the truth shoulde to light.


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