You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Mr. Walsh of the Blue Maple Group was dead?

It was not known whether the deceased was the older Mr. Walsh or the younger Mr. Walsh, but a life was lost anyway.

At this moment, Joyce felt cold all over. She felt so cold that her legs were trembling. She bent down to pick up the phone that fell to the ground, and her fingers were cold and stiff. She tried several times before she could finally pick up the phone.

She took another look at the news.

And then she thought about the phone call just now with Otis.

Otis said that the gift he had promised to her had been delivered. Did it mean that Otis killed Mr. Walsh? Yeah, there was a problem between her and the younger Mr. Walsh, but did he have to kill him?

How could he? Depriving people of their lives at will was simply vicious, horrible and incomprehensible.

She stood in the room. Her chest felt so stuffy that she found it difficult to even breathe.

No, she must go and see for herself what was going on.

She turned her head and looked at Anderson, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed. She walked up, covered him with the quilts and gave him another kiss on the forehead.

She just needed to know what happened and she would be back as soon as she could. It's still early, but hopefully she could make it back before Anderson woke up.

Changing into a loose, casual dress, she put on a camel-colored coat. As she walked out of the living room, she saw Luther sleeping on the couch when it occurred to her that Luther had slept in the living room last night and she had almost forgotten about him.

Luther was still sleeping, so she walked up and probed his forehead. The heat was completely gone.

It was also good that Luther was home. If Anderson woke up early, he could also take care of him.

She opened the apartment door gently and closed it gently as she left, afraid to wake them up.

She then quickened her pace to the gates and stopped a cab.

"Go to Hotel Dragon,” Joyce said to the driver.

must

park nearby and I'll walk in myself. I have something to do." Joyce

The cab

Dragon was in the downtown, not

the car, and there were

the news, the bigger

anxious and she had been trembling all over. She even had goose bumps all over her body, and her apprehensive

and turned on the heating in the car, "Miss, you look cold, so I just turned on the air conditioning.

Joyce said

the vicinity of Hotel Dragon. Joyce got out of the car and walked to Hotel Dragon. In front of the hotel, there were several police cars parked and cars from the forensic analysis

people in police uniforms came in and out, and some officers in

far away, who was walking out from inside Hotel

gauze. She stabbed him last time, and the wound must not

a disheveled, ashen face, walked out from inside Hotel Dragon and,

police

Mr. Walsh was alive meant that the one who died was his

and got in from the back

Mr. Walsh was staying in, she quickly determined that the accident took place on the 18th floor after she observed the staff who were coming in and out of the scene. The police did not lock down the entire hotel, since they didn't want to

pretended that she lived in Hotel Dragon, and she walked into the elevator

of the analysis center also

began to whisper. “It's strange. I've been doing this job for a

intuition, it definitely looks like he was killed. The body is stiff, and he seems to die of breathing paralysis. He should be suffocated.

"More than that!"

body. Well, there is a wound on the back of his head, but it seems that he had bumped into the corner of the bed when he fell

I got here, there was still residual heat on the body of the

the most

the most critical issue

tell you the truth, I just heard the police say that they had checked the surveillance. After 12:00 last night, no one had entered the

feel horrible when you say

is just so horrible. It looks like a homicide, asphyxiation. Yet no one ever

mean that it wasn't done by a human being? We have been doing this job for so many years, and you still believe