Chapter 261 It Wasn't Me

Daniel stared at Jessica, disbelief etched across his face. Was she kidding? She actually wanted him to kneel on durian shells? He was a man; how could he submit to such a degrading demand from a woman? Of course, Daniel would never kneel.

"Why should I kneel if I haven’t done anything wrong?"

"You haven't done anything wrong? Then why was a girl calling you a scumbag so loudly?"

"She's not just any girl; she's a total bitch!"

"Bitch? Who is she? What were you doing out with her in the middle of the night?"

"Nothing! My love, what do you think I could possibly do? I'll have you know, there were more than a dozen men with that woman and me tonight. And all of them were those burly types!"

"You scoundrel! You were with over a dozen men and a girl? That's utterly revolting!"

"It certainly was revolting, not to mention the two corpses, one male and one female, involved. The woman had jumped from a building; her brains were spattered everywhere. The man hanged himself; his tongue was sticking out, long and grotesque."

Daniel's narrative was half-truths, half-fabrication.

Jessica sensed something amiss with his story. "Are you giving me a line? Better explain yourself quickly, or you're going to be kneeling on that durian!"

"I went out to get you barbecue, didn't I? And just as I got near King’s, a woman literally fell from the sky, dead on impact. I stayed to see what would happen. But then I saw something was off, so I alerted the Sarge in charge of the case—that bitch—telling her it wasn't suicide, but murder. Then, upstairs, we found another body of a man who hanged himself..."

Daniel recounted all the events succinctly, giving Jessica a summary of everything that had happened. Listening to him, she felt like she was hearing a tale from American Horror Story, especially given Daniel's encounter with a Demon raiser.

looked skeptical as she asked, "Are you telling

would I lie to you? If even one word I've said is a lie, may lightning strike me down!" Daniel declared, thumping his chest

made his oath, a streak of blue lightning

Rumble rumble!

laugh. She grinned at

good — it proves I'm not lying! Look, it's thundering, but I'm not struck down. That means the

hair to the tips of your toes, there's not one bit of you that's honest," Jessica retorted, casting a sidelong

handle being a cop? Can a beautiful woman

didn’t answer directly; he used a series of rhetorical questions trying to imply Ava was not attractive. He hoped this tactic would

scumbag, then?" Jessica pressed on. She had to get

261 It Wasn't

him to kneel on durian shells? He was a man; how could he submit to such a

if I haven’t

wrong? Then why was a girl calling you a scumbag

not just any girl; she's a total

you doing out with

could possibly do? I'll have you know, there were more than

dozen men and a girl?

had jumped from a building; her brains were spattered everywhere. The man hanged himself;

was half-truths,

line? Better

from the sky, dead on impact. I stayed to see what would happen. But then I saw something was off, so I alerted the Sarge in charge of the case—that bitch—telling her it wasn't suicide, but murder. Then, upstairs, we found another

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