Chapter 188


    Seeing this, Karl closed hisputer, looked up and said, "It seems that you don''t believe me."


    Joyce frowned, and still did not speak. Just now, a police officer came in and asked her why she had


    killed Stephanie, why she had tampered with the will, and how she had done it. She felt that she had


    beenbeled as a criminal.


    Karl stood up and stepped aside to look through the records of the previous interrogation. His dark


    pupils contracted slightly, Officer Longman had alreadye to question her privately. How strange


    was that? This was his case, and he had not asked Officer Longman to conduct a preliminary interview


    with Joyce.


    Interesting, looked like someone could not wait to get involved.


    This, in turn, aroused his desire to win.


    The more something like this happened, the more he wanted to find out about the truth.


    "Miss, would you like coffee, or milk tea? Lemon and honey water is also avable." Karl asked slowly.


    Joyce froze, not expecting Karl to ask this.


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    "It''s a service that should be provided in the police department, don''t overthink about it. You can ask for


    it." Karl smiled faintly.


    "No, thanks." Joyce coldly rebuffed.


    Karl didn''t insist and left the interrogation room straight away and went out to pour a ss of lemon and


    honey water.


    He walked back into the interrogation room and ced it on the table in front of Joyce. The lemon and


    honey water still steaming, wisps of rising white smoke standing out in the dark interrogation room.


    "Good. So we''ll start now, this pistol is yours?" Karl sat back in his seat and opened theputer


    again, "Joyce, you can choose to trust me. Just now, I have gone out and turned off the surveince in


    the interrogation room. Now, no one can hear our conversation."


    "I thought we could talk alone." He said, word for word.


    His ck eyes were burning, or shining, with persistence.


    Joyce looked into Karl''s clear eyes and was struck by his awe-inspiring and righteous look.


    "It''s my pistol." Joyce spoke softly, "I have a permit to carry a gun."


    "You can shoot? How''s your shooting?" Karl was a little curious. The gun permit itself was not


    something one could get easily, and the requirements for target shooting werealso very high, but still


    some powerful people could get it through special channels.


    Joyce faintly nced at Karl and replied bluntly, "Better than you."


    Karl froze, not expecting her to answer that way, with a cocky, extremely confident tone.


    "If I had been the killer, if I had tried to escape then, with the four armed police officers who rushed into


    the house." She paused, looking disdainful, "Two seconds, that''s enough for me to settle them."


    Karl was slightly stunned, and it was clear to him that what she was saying at this point was the truth.


    "Why do you carry a pistol with you?" Karl asked again.


    "Perhaps you can still remember Lauren? I''ve been carrying a pistol with me since I was drugged and


    attacked." Joyce replied.


    Karl nodded his head. It did make sense.


    "Think back carefully, I just looked at the surveince outside the Warner residence, which shows that


    you left the Warner family after 10:00 in the morning and returned after 4:00 in the afternoon. Did you


    notice anything unusual with Stephanie when you left the house in the morning?"


    Joyce pursed her lips and recalled, "Grandma is suffering from lung cancer, but with new drugs, her


    health has improved in recent days, and she was in exceptionally good spirits this morning. Strangely


    enough, she was dressed in formal clothes today, and I noticed that the tea set was ready in the tea


    room, and she seemed to be meeting guests. Also, she has given Mr. Arnold two days off, and seemed


    to want to see someone alone."