My Flirtacious Husband

Chapter 193 Hijacking A Police Car
It was raining heavily as two police cars sped toward the Jadeborough police station. Genevieve, who sat in the backseat with her hands cuffed, had two police officers watching her as they sat on her both sides.
Lowering her gaze, she looked at her hands which were still trembling. Till then, she had yet to recover from the shock.
How exactly did Grandma die? From the time I discovered her death when I entered the study to the time when I wanted to go outside to call for the housekeepers, the chain of events only took about ten minutes. The hospital and the police station aren’t close to the Faulkner residence, so how did they get here so fast?
Genevieve recalled the time she locked eyes with Marilyn while leaving the study. It suddenly hit her that all of the latter’s facial expressions were affected.
When a scary thought popped up in her mind, she could feel a sense of chilliness arise in her heart.
While she was in a trance, the police car suffered a strong collision and flipped over on the wet road.
Genevieve was not wearing a seat belt, so her body jolted with the car.
Her head was knocked against the roof of the car, and she almost fell unconscious.

After the car flipped over, she could vaguely see a figure appearing outside the car in her muddled state. The person was running in her direction in the rain.
The police officer who sat on Genevieve’s right side slowly woke up and shook his dizzy head.
Grabbing his walkie-talkie with great difficulty, he opened it and reported to his colleagues at the police station, “Someone is hijacking the police car. Requesting—”
Before he could even finish his report, someone broke the car window on his side.
Shards of glass rained down on the police officer’s face and body.
The glass shards cut Cooper’s fist, and the small streams of blood converged and flowed down together. In the rain, his facial features seemed colder and stonier than usual.
With a dark gaze, he knocked the police officer out with his bloodied fist, reached inside the car, and pulled Genevieve out quickly and carefully.
After carrying her to another car, he hopped into the driver’s seat and sped off.
Genevieve lay in the backseat for quite a while. Once she recovered some strength in her arms and legs, she got up and glared at the man in the driver’s seat in disbelief.
If she could talk or had her phone with her, she would have asked if Cooper had gone crazy for hijacking a police car.
He glanced at her through the rearview mirror and apologized, “Genev, I’m sorry…”
Upon recalling the contents of the email and everything he had done to the Rachford family and her, he was in agonizing pain. Other than “I’m sorry,” he could not say anything else.
Faint wails of police sirens sounded behind them as a police car gave chase.
Cooper practically floored the accelerator. As he drove in a certain direction, he said to Genevieve, “Patrick and I have been looking for you since last night, but your phone was turned off when we called you. It was raining heavily in Feston, so I drove back to Jadeborough. I had just returned when I saw the news of you being suspected of murdering Old Mrs. Faulkner. I raised you, so I know your disposition well. I also know that you didn’t murder her.”
The second he saw the news, he took her side, convinced that she did not murder Harriet. At the same time, he called his subordinates speedily, only to discover that Genevieve was brought into a police car and was on the way to the police station.