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.

room. She said solemnly, “Office Landon, Steve’s examination report’s out. There are some old electrocuted burns on his body. Apparently, he had suffered long–term abuse when

take a peek at the photos

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

might have a pretty face, but his body is fully covered with scars. Some sick psycho in the

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

case. Besides, his mental illness history

was getting to. He

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

a murderer! A murderer!”

he letting

ill. So what?

what he had

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

had killed so

else besides

of.” Phil

go to that abandoned

think Steve was

was done explaining, so I angrily left

was right in front of

die because of

at the front of the police station. For some reason, I could feel the

He couldn’t help but lift his shoulders as he felt cold in

in the day and night temperatures. Yet, Steve only had a ragged sweatshirt, ill–fitting

wait here.”

actually bailed

and stared at Steve, feeling a little scared.

head low, suddenly raised