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.

examination report’s out. There are some old electrocuted burns on his body. Apparently, he had suffered long–term

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

caused by electrocution and cigarettes, as well as hideous scars caused by repetitive

face, but his body is fully covered with scars. Some sick

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advantage of him since he’s got the looks and was mentally

read through the examination report in silence, and then he said, “He has nothing to do with this case. Besides, his

was getting to. He

crazy and aggressive. He might hurt ordinary civilians

a murderer! A murderer!” I

was he letting Steve go?

was mentally ill.

what he had

unfortunate his life was, that didn’t change the fact that he

had killed so many

anyone else

that we know of.” Phil shook his

asked for it. No one asked them to go to

he didn’t think Steve was guilty.

done explaining, so I angrily left the interrogation

The murderer was right in front of

innocent women might die because

the front of the police station. For some reason, I could feel the bone–chilling wind, cold and

been released. He couldn’t help but lift his shoulders

day and night temperatures. Yet, Steve only had a ragged sweatshirt,

wait here.”

that someone actually bailed a psycho from an orphanage

at Steve, feeling a little scared.

who had been keeping his head low, suddenly raised his head and