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.

There are some old electrocuted burns on his body. Apparently, he had suffered

take a peek

cigarettes, as well as hideous scars caused by

face, but his body is fully covered with scars.

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of him since he’s got the looks and was mentally ill. Those sick bastards!” Lily couldn’t help but

silence, and then he said, “He has nothing to do with this case. Besides, his mental illness history could pardon him from legal responsibility. And

was getting to. He wanted them to release

this grry’s crazy and aggressive. He might hurt ordinary civilians

murderer! A murderer!” I shouted at Zion.

was he letting Steve

mentally ill. So

he need to pay for what

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

killed so many

else besides Benson

that we know of.”

it. No one asked them to go to that abandoned orphanage to find Steve.” Zion was

think Steve was

I angrily left the interrogation

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

because of his stupid

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

been released. He couldn’t help but lift his shoulders as he felt cold

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

wait here.” Zion came out for a cigarette.

seemed to be surprised that someone actually

the entrance and stared at Steve, feeling a little

raised his head