Chapter 1241
In the police station, my statement was taken. I was also questioned quite extensively. Their
expressions made me confuse. When I couldn''t stand it anymore, I asked, "what''s the matter?"
One of the policemen looked at me and said hesitatingly, "Are you sure that the person you were
with is your husband, and that he was injured and taken away? Was there no one else in the car
with you?"
I nodded and answered seriously, "Yes, I am sure... our tires were t and we lost control of the car.
We almost lost our lives when we crashed. After the car crashed, my husband asked me to quickly
escape. He was taken away by several men in ck. They were driving ck cars. You can check
the surveince cameras!"
The policeman shrugged helplessly. "Sorry, Madam. All the cameras on that street were broken, so
we can only rely on your testimony!"
For a moment, I was so shocked I couldn''t utter a word. So it was a premeditated conspiracy?
It was Kaleb. It had to be him!
The police looked at my somewhat ferocious face and said, "Madam, you don''t have to be too
anxious. We just want to confirm it, because we found a male body near the crime scene."
A male body?
I was dumbstruck. "How? Who is it?" When I asked those questions, my voice trembled, and my
hands clenched together tightly. I felt my fingers dug into my palms, desperately trying to reduce my
fear.
The policeman looked at me and nched. Perhaps he was worried for me. He drew a deep breath
and hurriedly tried tofort me, "You don''t have to worry. If you say that your husband was taken
away, then the body might not be your husband. We took pictures of the body. You cane with
us to have a look."
I nodded. My heart in my throat, I couldn''t control my trembling hands.
The policeman looked at me and said, "Let''s go!"
The interrogation room wasn''t far from that room, but I felt as if I was walking for a lifetime.
Several policemen stood in the other room. When they saw use in, they questioned the
policeman who brought me in with a look.
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The policeman exined, "I''ve asked her toe over to take a look at the body we found at the
crime scene. She wants to see if it was her husband."
The policemen nodded and made way for me.
My heart skipped a beat. Fear tortured every cell in my body and I was on the verge of breaking
down. Because the body was sent for autopsy, they only had crime scene photos for me to look at.
I walked closer. My palms were bleeding from having my nails dug into them. I tried hard to
suppress the pain in my heart and looked at the photos on the wall. However, when I had gathered
the courage to look at the photos, I was confused. I turned to look at the policeman, puzzled.
The policeman faltered. "When we found the body, it had been corroded by sulfuric acid, so we
couldn''t visually identify the body. Perhaps if you look at the clothes and essories on him you
would be able to tell if it''s your husband."
I looked back and avoided the unidentifiable face that had been destroyed beyond recognition and
concentrated on the clothes. The man wore a ck suit and seemed to be simr in height to
Hendrix. However, my gut screamed that it wasn''t Hendrix.
How could a powerful and dazzling person like Hendrix be gone just like that?