My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 559
In the interrogation room, Ethan and Hank sang together, trying to make Jenny faint.

The other party was shocked at first, then showed an unbelievable look, and finally turned into an aggrieved look.

Either way, it's just totally out of the question.

"I think Dr. Elliott will disqualify you from partnership."

Hank pointed it out directly, and nodded her with his hand: "The shares in the law firm, the million-dollar house in Lincoln Park."

"Boom."

He waved his hands: "Everything you own will disappear because of Dr. Elliott's testimony."

"What do you mean by that?"

Jenny clenched her hands and asked in surprise, "Are you implying that I killed Dr. Elliott?"

"I don't know." Hank scraped his cheek with his thumb:
"You come and tell me."

"Sorry." Jenny sat up straight: "I have no idea what you are talking about, this is insulting me."

"According to the situation we have so far." Ethan opened the folder, took out the photos inside and placed them on the table one by one: "We think that you seduced Sims and Johnston, and then used them to help you." Clear the way."

On the table, several photos of Dr. Elliott's torso, Johnston's remains, and Sims who was shot were lined up in unison.

Jenny didn't even look at the photos. She pushed her hair back and raised her chin to look at Ethan.

"Johnston didn't dispose of the corpse properly." Ethan stared at her coldly: "You just let Sims kill him, and don't let the matter be found on you, right?"

"Seeing that the matter was exposed and Johnston was tracked down, you pointed us to Sims' clues." Hank leaned back on the chair:

"Want us to help you get rid of Sims and solve all your hidden dangers?"

"A man who is crazy about love is terrifying. Are you afraid that he will continue to pester you in the future?"

"Weren't you very happy when you heard he killed the policeman?"

Under the scrutiny of the two, Jenny raised her chin even higher, and the corners of her mouth slightly twitched:

"I am the victim!"

"Do you take a white supremacist, a sociopath, an ex-con, or do you take me?"

Ethan and Hank looked at each other, Hank shrugged:

"Personal opinion, I trust Sims' word."

"me too."

Ethan raised his hand, his fingers trembling slightly.

"Really?" Jenny put away all the expressions on her face, leaned forward and looked at Ethan: "Then show the evidence and talk to me again."

"Don't blame me for not reminding you if those tapes of mine get out."

"I promise, you'll all lose your jobs."

Jenny sat down again and tidied her clothes slowly: "If there is nothing else, I want to leave."

"Next time you talk to me, please bring the relevant documents, thank you."

The whole person looked expressionless, but there was a smug and teasing brilliance in his eyes.

A doctor in his 60s who testified against the crime.

A reckless cop with a wife and child at home.

And those Yankee gang members, all died under her desire.

Ethan put away all the photos on the table, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

What Jenny said just now is correct. Suing her will have no effect. The identities of both parties are her natural weapons.

None of the jurors believed what Sims said.

It would not even go to the court, and the prosecutor would directly reject this kind of case.

Leaving Jenny behind, the two walked out of the interrogation room.

"Can we just let her go?"

Sumner came out of the observation room, spread his hands and asked:

"She must be behind it."

"Then what else can we do?" Antonio also walked out, shaking his head helplessly.

"But," Sumner said reluctantly, "we have evidence that she was with the suspect."

"Two gang members, ex-convicts, and a few video discs." Hank waved his hand: "Go and let her go. You can communicate with the state attorney, but I don't think you need to report any hope."

"But." Sumner opened his mouth, but found that he had nothing to say.

The current situation is like this.

There are always some people who can escape the punishment of the law.

She sighed helplessly, her first full follow-up case, unexpectedly, ended in such a muddled way.

Things are done, but they don't seem to be done.

The man who killed Dr. Elliott was melted down and caught.

But the real murderer has nothing to do with her.

In the Datong room, there was an indescribable sense of dullness, and it was not until the arrival of the two that it broke everyone's thoughts.

"This is Phil Rodiger."

Horstead stood at the foot of the stairs with a stocky old white man with a white beard.

He went on to introduce: "He surrendered himself in the past."

The white-bearded old man's face was dull, and Horstead's face was not at all happy.

Hearing his words, everyone stood up one after another.

Hank, who was in the office, also came out quickly, with his hands in his pockets, looking at Irene and Sumner.

Irene understood, and Sumner led Phil Rodiger to the interrogation room.

The others stepped forward, slapped Horsted one after another, and then walked quickly to the observation room.

Through the one-way glass, everyone watched quietly.

"He's a pervert." Phil wiped away tears with trembling hands:

"I don't know, I have been maintaining a demon for so many years."

Anger, despair, and self-blame are mixed in his eyes, and it is difficult to see these emotions appearing in one person's eyes at the same time.

Irene didn't speak, just patted the back of Phil's hand lightly.

"I never wanted to believe that my son could do something like that."

Phil's eyes were full of tears, and his wrinkled hands kept shaking: "Until two days ago, Detective Horstead came to the door, and that angry roar pierced my heart."

"At night, after Lonnie was out, I turned on his computer."

"Inside the computer, I found many photos."

Phil closed his eyes, not daring to meet Irene's gaze: "It's all pictures of little boys, all those pictures."

"After Lonny came back, I confronted him."

"We had an argument, and in a panic, I picked up the rope that Lonnie had left in the room."

When he said this, his voice stopped, and tears continued to flow from the slits in his eyes.

Everyone can guess what happened next.

A minute later, Irene said silently: "Then you threw the body on the side of the road."

Phil pressed his face with one hand, and his whole body began to sob.

After a while, he raised his head and looked at Irene with red eyes:
"Detective, please."

"Put me in jail, I need to go to hell with these sins."

Everyone in the observation room became silent, and no one was willing to express any opinion on this.

What happened today is absolutely ridiculous.

A woman who killed several people for her own selfish desires walked out of the police station easily.

An old man who found out his conscience and put an end to the crime with his own hands, spent the last days of his life in prison.

"Antonio."

Hanke said in a deep voice, "Help Phil plead with the prosecutor and do your best."

"no problem."

Antonio nodded and agreed without hesitation.

The others didn't want to continue watching, and walked out of the observation room one after another.

Hosted crossed his arms and stared blankly against the wall.

(End of this chapter)