Kidnapped and Rejected – The Return of Alpha’s Luna by Moon Claw

Chapter 238

The owner of the restaurant was brought back for questioning.

They shoved him into the interrogation room.

Janet went in to talk to him first.

The owner sat stiffly behind the table. There was a mixed expression of anger and panic on his face.

“What is this all about!” he cried furiously, “I told you everything already! Why did you bring me in here? I didn’t do anything wrong!”

Janet sat down across the table, “You haven’t given me the whole picture.

“That is the whole picture. What else do you want…”

“We believe that Mr. Keavy was poisoned, and you have something to do with it, said Janet icily.

The owner’s jaw dropped. He started sweating.

“W–What? That is ridiculous! Mr. Keavy died of an allergy. Everybody knew that.

You can’t dump that shit on my head…. It has been 5 years already…”

“You won’t be falsely charged with anything if you are innocent!” Janet snapped, “So tell me what really happened that night!”

The owner shifted uneasily in his chair as though he were sitting on a thrones.

“I told you everything already…” he shook his head hastily, “Mr. Keavy died out of allergy…I have nothing to do with it…”

They were talking in circles.

But Janet could tell by the look on his face that he was hiding something.

The only question was was he hiding his own crime?

Or was he covering for somebody else?

She leaned her upper body forward, staring at the owner across the table, and asked,

“Do you

know Lady Agnes?”

There was a black look on the owner’s face, “Lady Agnes? Who is that?”

His facial expression looked sincere.

know who

sat back in her chair,

get this

Randy and Elder Randy and Keavy shared

part

interrogation room flung open and

room with a

the file on the table in front of the owner and snapped, “Look

the owner turned the cover and opened the

online shopping records for the past 6 months: duck tapes, ropes, sleeping pills, and

a serial killer

by

on the same

weak–kneed, into

Clemente looked down at the owner coldly, “Waiters from your restaurant told us that you threatened to kill her. And your online shopping record proved that inclination.” The owner gulped, nervously, “What I like to buy with my own money is my own business… And that waiter who spoke with

“You are still lying!”

in your wife as well? And

don’t get her in

spit

mopped his forehead with the back of

1. up.

old cunt! I did think about it…once or

at the man with

what they said–It was

wife is still alive, and you just saw her earlier today. You can’t

you sure that you never put it to action?” Clemente asked in an intimidating voice, “Then explain this car accident. It was your car. And it happened 5 years ago, on the same night that Keavy died, at 6:45, which was the

testimony!”

a leaf in the strong

“LIE!”

table, leaning forward,

have a theory already,” Clemente said through gritting teeth. “And we are going to do more digging. Sooner or later, the evidence we find will convict you. The only question is are you going to tell us the truth now and plead

echoed in the interrogation

was paled with

pause, he suddenly

me! PLEASE!” he wailed, “I have a career! A daughter! A whole family to support! And I didn’t mean it…It was an

What happened!” Clemente

years ago…” the owner

shot upwards into her

He admitted it!

Keavy?!” Clemente cried in rage, “WHY! My brother never wronged you in

owner choked. “That night…I left the restaurant with two bags of food…One was for Mr. Keavy and that one was clean… And the other was

poisoned one end up in Keavy’s hand?” Janet

ask.