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.

Reyes, suddenly entered the room. She said solemnly, “Office Landon, Steve’s examination report’s out. There are some old electrocuted burns

from her. I managed to take a peek at

as well as hideous scars caused by repetitive whipping on

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

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he’s got the looks and was mentally ill. Those

then he said, “He has nothing to do with this case. Besides, his mental illness history could pardon him from legal responsibility. And he has no guardians

understood what Zion was getting to. He wanted them to

crazy and aggressive. He might hurt ordinary civilians if we release him…” Phil

murderer!” I

he letting

mentally ill.

need to pay for what he had done? He’s

his life was, that didn’t change the fact that he was a murderer!

so many innocent

anyone else

that we know of.” Phil shook his head.

asked for it. No one asked them to go to that

didn’t think Steve was

done explaining, so I angrily left the interrogation

in front

because of

police station. For some reason, I could feel the bone–chilling

his shoulders as he

winter drew near, there was a notable difference in the day and night temperatures. Yet, Steve only had a ragged sweatshirt, ill–fitting pants, and tattered

you out, Steve. So wait here.” Zion came out for a cigarette.

someone actually bailed a psycho from an

at Steve, feeling a little scared.

his head low, suddenly raised his head and glanced in my direction