Revenge After Death

Chapter 21

I sat on the interrogation chair and stared at Zion in despair, who was arranging his notes. “It wasn’t like that,” I said in a hoarse voice, feeling I was about to lose my last and only hope.

I desperately hoped that the police would find out the truth about Yasmin and clear my name so I could… rest in peace.

Yet, based on the current situation, not only would the truth never be known, but my body would never be found.

“Officer Landon, she’s lying. She’s a liar,” I whispered in a hoarse voice.

Why didn’t you believe me?

Why wouldn’t anyone believe in me?

Why did everyone believe in Yasmin?

“Officer Landon, we’ve spoken to the people who knew Stephanie Carlson. None of them had good comments on her. Sounds like Stephanie had a terrible personality,” said Phil Jeffers as he walked into the interrogation room.

“On the other hand, Yasmin Bailey seems like a kind person. She almost got killed when Stephanie pushed her off the stairs. But she chose not to report it to the police and forgave Stephanie instead.”

Phil was obviously siding with Yasmin.

Zion stopped writing his notes and said, “What you have heard or seen may not be the truth.”

“What is the truth then?” Phil was puzzled.

“Evidence.” Zion pointed at his notes. “I only believe in evidence.”

Humans might be complicated and unpredictable, but evidence would never lie.

I stared helplessly at Zion, not putting much hope on him anymore.

No one would believe me, not until my body was found.

suddenly entered the room. She said solemnly, “Office Landon, Steve’s examination report’s out. There are some old electrocuted burns on his body. Apparently, he had suffered

and took the report from her. I managed to take a peek at the photos from

old burns caused by electrocution and cigarettes, as well

but his body is fully covered

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he’s got the looks and was mentally ill.

to do with this case. Besides, his mental illness history could pardon him

understood what Zion was getting to. He wanted them to

hurt

a murderer! A murderer!” I

was he letting Steve

mentally ill.

pay for what he had

didn’t change

had killed so many innocent

ever attacked anyone else

of.” Phil shook

to go to that abandoned orphanage to find

didn’t think Steve

I angrily

was such an idiot! The murderer was right in front of

might die because

police station. For some reason, I could

lift his shoulders as he felt cold in the wind.

a notable difference in the day and night temperatures. Yet, Steve only had a ragged sweatshirt, ill–fitting pants, and

wait here.” Zion came out for a cigarette.

actually bailed a psycho from

entrance and stared at Steve,

low, suddenly raised his head