Shane's throaty voice rang out. “Have you heard about Jasmine's suicide?”

“Yes, I'm about to go to the scene now,” Natalie replied as she pressed on the elevator button.

Shane furrowed his brows. “Why would you need to go there?”

“Because I think the person who died isn't Jasmine.”

She hurried into the elevator while explaining her doubts.

After hearing her explanation, Shane sprung up from his chair. “I'll go there with you too.”

“Alright. I shall wait for you there. Give me a call when you arrive,” responded Natalie.

Shane mumbled a quick response and hung up. He opened his drawer and pulled his car keys out before striding out of his office.

An hour later, Natalie arrived at the scene.

She was too late, for the corpse was no longer there. Only a few police officers were there to investigate the matter.

there, Natalie stood outside the police line and scanned the scene carefully. She glanced at the spot where the corpse dropped before studying the window of

“Miss, we're in a middle of an investigation. If you have no business here, you need to

smile. She parted her lips to ask something when a maniac suddenly dashed toward

It was Susan!

looked like a madwoman for her hair and clothes were a disheveled mess. Her eyes were red, so it was obvious she had cried

she demanded,

other?” the police officer

She's

He

the costume designer who

pointed at Natalie furiously. “Sir, she's the

her brows. “I killed

evidence, Mrs. Smith,”

take it and chose to

scurried ahead and shoved

onto the ground, and his uniform got all

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