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Chapter 243
A bodyguard said, “Sorry, no filming allowed right now. Hand over the film.”
A reporter retorted, “On what grounds? Which department are you from? We’re filming legally. Where are your IDs?”
The reporters‘ protests died out suddenly after seeing their ID cards. Their faces froze, and they didn’t dare to move.
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A few minutes later, all the footage was deleted, and their phones and cameras were given back. The reporters couldn’t help but
ask curiously. “Why are they protecting Mrs. Richardson?”
The man in black didn’t react. His eyes scanned the area, listening intently to every sound. His gaze stayed on the garden.
The reporters sensed something was wrong and looked again. Then they saw Quinlyn, wondering. What is her story? Even the
Perry family’s bodyguards follow her orders. With one look, she got the victim’s family cleared out!
Quinlyn took Cher’s hand and led her back inside. “You want them to make the first move and face the law, Quinlyn said. seeing
through Cher’s plan right away.
Cher didn’t deny it. “Since they want to stir things up, I don’t mind making it worse. The more chaos, the more likely the killer will
slip up.”
Quinlyn shook her head. “There are other ways to force him out.” Cher didn’t need to put herself in danger.
Cher forced a smile. “I know Zane’s situation. If this drags on, the truth won’t matter. Public opinion alone could ruin him.” They’d
finally found a quiet, stable place to live.
Cher changed the topic. “I didn’t expect you to have so much pull. Even the government is watching you.” There were familiar
faces outside. She knew that Quinlyn stepped up to protect her.
Investigations took time, and Bennett was moving fast. “We haven’t gotten the family’s okay to do an autopsy. We can’t tell the
killer’s height from the wounds. Nearby cameras were damaged, even the wires cut. We think it happened around the murder
time.”
“Cap, we found an eyewitness who saw the victim with a man in the rain,” a policeman reported.

The new witness was a garbage collector. He’d been hiding from the rain in a nearby restroom.
When he saw Zane, he trembled in fear.
“Sir, have you seen him?” Bennett asked. The witness nodded right away.
The witness replied, “When I saw him waving next door, he was wearing this black outfit. Then he took that man inside. Later, I
heard someone died here, so I was scared to come forward.”
Joss cut in. “I remember now. It was thundering and lightning. I thought my husband was home, but I heard a voice outside, like
he was talking to someone. That beast tricked him into going inside.”
Joss finished her statement, crying. As soon as she came out, she heard the witness’s words and became more certain that
Zane was the murderer.
Cher’s lips moved, but she said nothing.
Quinlyn walked out, came to the witness, looked into his cloudy eyes, and asked, “Did you really see his face? It was dark, no
street lights in the rain.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure the clothes are the same, and the height seems right, but he had his back to me. They all look alike to me,”
the witness said, sounding less sure now.
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Hearing that, Bennett sent someone to check if they could see the place clearly from the restroom.
Joss still wanted to argue, but Quinlyn turned to her, her eyes calm. “Ma’am, do you want to find a random killer or catch the real
one?”
Joss was taken aback, a bit confused by the question. She wondered, “Zane has a criminal record, isn’t he the killer?
She ignored the truth–only evidence was 100% certain.

When the officer came back, he said it was too far to see clearly.
Bennett frowned and said, “One thing’s certain. The killer opened the door and invited the victim in before killing him. If the victim
didn’t know the killer, he wouldn’t have gone inside.”

That made sense, considering Zane and Bobby had been neighbors for ages.
Quinlyn wasn’t convinced. That day when they met, the parents were clearly scared of Zane–they didn’t even dare look at him.
Plus, he kept to himself and never talked to the neighbors. It was likely he got mistaken for someone else on that rainy day.
Bennett said, “Well, it’s late. Let’s wait until dawn tomorrow when there are fewer people around before taking him back to the
station. You all go get some sleep.”
It was already 11 p.m. All the clues pointed to Zane and Bennett decided to hold him for now.
Only then did Joss agree to leave and tell her family what happened.
Through the glass window, Quinlyn saw Bobby’s son’s eyes red from crying as he slowly followed his family. Zane just stood
there, expressionless, not even looking at him.
Later that night, Quinlyn went back to her room and turned on her computer.
Halfway through her work, Cher came over to Quinlyn. She saw the computer was on and figured Quinlyn was busy. But when
she walked up, she noticed the familiar surveillance footage. “You think the killer knew Zane?”
The footage was from the street in front of Zane’s company. Quinlyn nodded. “Whoever messed with the surveillance first
must’ve known the place inside out. They probably watched for a while, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.”
Cher smiled, “All your theories hinge on Zane not being the killer. You sure about that?”
“Um,” Quinlyn said, sounding more sure now. “There’s a fifth person. It’s not Zane. The eyes of a fresh killer wouldn’t look like
that. They’d be colder, more frantic, maybe even excited. In short, they wouldn’t look so calm.”
Cher was taken aback for a second, and then she looked down and laughed, “You’re no ordinary kid. Alright, I’ll level with you.
Back then, I did tell Zane’s lawyer to push for life. It was against the rules, but I really thought Zane got a fair verdict.”
She handed Quinlyn something.

It was an old metal box. Quinlyn opened it and found letters inside. They were from different people, all addressed to Zane.
The first letter read: [Dear Mr. Anonymous, I’m a stay–at–home mom. My six–year–old was supposed to start school this year,
but his dad threw him down the stairs. Now he has cerebral palsy. My life’s a mess. I wish I could take revenge myself, but I’m
too weak. Please help me.]
The second letter read: [Sir, I don’t know what to call you. Grandpa’s stuck in bed. Dad doesn’t care, and it’s just Mom taking
care of him. But Mom’s so exhausted, she hides in the bathroom and cries. I caught Grandpa touching Mom inappropriately.]
The third letter read: [Please, kind sir, end me. I heard you can get rid of people who are a burden. I don’t want to be a drag
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