Chapter 271


    The young officer said excitedly, "Great! So it is Georgia who has kidnapped Joyce, that''s good to


    know!"


    "Impossible." Luther shook his head, slightly narrowed his cold eyes, and denied, "It''s not that simple."


    Karl agreed, saying in a hushed voice, "They have used all these tricks and traps to kidnap Joyce. Sure


    they wouldn''t make such a naive mistake and easily let us trace the source of the call."


    "So this…" The young officer felt awkward. Now that they hadpletely no clues at all, how should


    they go on?


    With every minute that passed, Joyce''s danger increased.


    Luther and Karl both looked at each other.


    In each other''s eyes, they could see concern and spection.


    They intentionally exposed such information.


    Did this mean…


    The most likely reason was that they wanted them to believe it was the missing Georgia who had killed


    Joyce.


    This was simply, from the right beginning, a well-nned conspiracy.


    Luther stood stiffly. He did not know when but gradually felt numb all over his body and a sense of


    powerlessness swam through his body. He lowered his head, and the long forehead hair just blocked


    the gloominess on his face.


    When Juanita arrived at the second precinct, she saw the bewildered Luther and froze. She was afraid,


    and finally sneaked past Luther and walked to Karl.


    If she hadn''t insisted on having dinner with Joyce and Karl today, this might not have happened. When


    she looked up at Karl, she was already in tears.


    "I''m sorry, I really didn''t expect that something like this would happen." She covered her cheeks. The


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    more she tried to stop it, the more tears flowed out, "It''s all my fault, I insisted we have dinner together.


    When can''t we have dinner, but why does it have to be today."


    "I really didn''t expect such a thing. Joyce and I went down from different elevators. If I had known, I


    would have gone downstairs with her. God, what to do now? What to do?" Juanita was crying so hard


    she could barely breathe.


    That alwaysughing, cheeky, big-hearted girl was now crying so hard and he could not help but feel


    sorry for her.


    Karl, who had never seen such a side of Juanita, sighed, picked up a pack of tissues and handed them


    over.


    He said with relief, "Don''t me yourself, they havee well prepared. No matter where Joyce goes


    tonight, they would juste to her. This incident has nothing to do with you."


    "Really?" Juanita sobbed while wiping her tears, "Is there anything I can do? Anything you need me to


    do, even if it''s a hostage exchange. As long as Joyce cane back safely."


    "Don''t think about it. All you can do is go home and wait for the news." Karl said bluntly.


    "I''m going out for a cigarette." Luther did not care to hear what they said.


    After saying that, he slowly walked out of the second precinct of the police station like a walking corpse


    and stood on the cold steps.


    The silver moonlight was silent, and his body seemed to be covered with a faint white veil. This endless


    dark night, he looked extraordinarily lonely and silent.


    He took a cigarette and held it to his thin lips, but never lit it.


    Finally he dropped the cigarette on the ground expressionlessly, and without even realizing it stomped


    it to smithereens.


    So far, no clue, no direction, not even any useful information had been sought.


    The only thing he hoped was that Joyce could save herself.