My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1747

"This is all I know." Adrienne looked at Jefferson with her head tilted. Seeing the proud look on his face, she decided to dampen his spirit. "Besides, even if I did have some useful clues, would you understand even if I told you?" Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

"Little Specky, am I that incompetent in your eyes?" asked Jefferson.

"Don't you know how incompetent you are?" Adrienne did not deny it. "Jefferson, this is a murder case. If we don't find the murderer, more people may be killed. You can't just show up here to mess around. Just resign on your own accord and leave so that they can send someone with the actual abilities over to solve this."

"Do you think I want to be here?" Jefferson mocked.

There were so many things on his hands that he couldn't handle. He didn't have the spare time to deal with some murder cases. Ralph Adams, Quill's superior, had asked him for help so many times, but he refused. If it weren't for that wolf in sheep's clothing that kept lurking near Adrienne, he would never have accepted this job.

If he accepted it, he would at least be able to prevent someone else from stealing away his woman.

He did not want his wife to be snatched away while he was completely unaware.

Adrienne was even more confused. "Since you don't want to be here, why did you still come? Do you think we don't have enough on our hands that we need you here to make a mess?"

Jefferson reached out, grabbed Adrienne's ear, and twisted it. "You stupid pig! If I die one day, it's probably because you angered me to death."

It was also his own fault. He knew that this woman could make him blow his temper with just a few words, but he still shamelessly came to her side. Yet, when he didn't see her, his mind was filled

with thoughts of her.

Adrienne rubbed her ear painfully. She had a lot of complaints, but she did not voice any of them. If she said more, Jefferson would probably rip her entire ear off.

On the way to the crime scene, Jefferson didn't continue to pick a fight with Adrienne either. She was happy for the peace. She quieted down to go through the case in her mind.

The murderer was obviously very good at covering his tracks. The crime scene was a complete mess, but no fingerprints, footprints, or other useful clues were left behind.

Quill had solved many cases before and he was not an incompetent leader, but this time, he was also at his wit's end. At present, he had not found any connection between the deceased victims.

Jefferson entered the crime scene and did nothing. He just examined every corner of the scene carefully and questioned, "Is it possible to get the DNA of the murderer from the blood left behind on the scene?"

"No. The blood samples that we gathered were all from the deceased victims," Adrienne answered.

"Quill, tell me again what the professions of the four victims were, as well as the locations of their murders," Jefferson said.

Quill immediately replied, "The first victim was a vegetable farmer who sold vegetables in the market. The second victim was an ordinary housewife. The third victim was a real estate agent. The identity of the fourth victim has not been determined yet. All four cases took place in Paramount Area. The first one was at 28, Murray Street. The second one at 46, Sam Street. The third one at 55, Jonker Road. Lastly, at 98 Pear Garden Street."

"Check again if there's any relation between the four," Jefferson ordered.

"On it," Quill immediately responded.

"I want a map."

Quill was taken aback. "I didn't bring one."

Why did Jefferson ask for a map? Quill pondered.

Jefferson took out his cell phone to open Google Map and checked the four cases' locations. Upon checking them, it seemed that he had figured out something. He directed, "Quill, dispatch more men to patrol the surroundings of the detachment immediately."

"Surround the detachment? I doubt the murderer would be so bold as to come to us."

Jefferson asked, "Where do you live?"

Quill answered, "107, Tricourse Street near the detachment."

"Go back right now. Stay at home tonight. You're not allowed to go anywhere and your family members are not allowed to go out either. Keep that in mind."

"But, Captain Hefner, this case is urgent. How can I just head home to rest?" Quill was anxious.

'Shut up! Do as I say. Don't talk nonsense,"

Jefferson yelled.

After sending Quill away, Jefferson gave the second order. "Everyone, go back to the detachment to have a rest and refresh yourself so that you are ready to be on standby at any time."

Adrienne sent Quill away first and then asked his team members to return to rest. No one understood what Jefferson's intentions were except for Adrienne.

On the way back, she took out her cell phone and opened Google Map. "The four locations form a square. How are you so sure that the next location will be near our detachment?"

"Dr. Carter, use your brain to think about it." Jefferson knocked her on the head and sized her up. "As a forensic doctor, you need brains, not b*obs."

Adrienne quickly covered her chest with her hands. "Pervert!"

Jefferson blew a whistle happily, stepped on the gas pedal, and the car sped away. After driving for a while, Adrienne realized they were not heading back to the detachment. "Where are you taking me?"

"You didn't come back last night, which made me so worried that I barely slept. Now, we're heading home to have a good rest. We need the energy for what we're doing tonight."

Was Jefferson worried about her?

He was probably distressed as without her at home, he would have no one to bully.

Adrienne glared at him discontentedly. "Jefferson, don't treat such a serious case so lightly, okay?"

"Adrienne, don't you feel uncomfortable not taking a shower after such a hot day? It's fine if you stink, but don't pull me down with you, alright?"

She had been so busy the night before that she pulled an all-nighter. That morning, she had woken up and headed to the crime scene with Jefferson immediately, so she hadn't had the time to wash up at all. Earlier on, she had been focused on work so she hadn't felt uncomfortable. But now that Jefferson brought it up, she did feel a little sticky all over. "You can stay away from me."

"Stay away from you? To give you a chance to flirt with other men?" Jefferson stretched out his hand and patted her on the head. "Zelson is not a good guy. You should stay away from him from

now on."

"Mr. Zelson is not a good guy?" Adrienne snorted.

"Jefferson should take a good look in the mirror. Compared to Zelson, they were miles apart. All Jefferson knew was to stir up trouble every day. How dare he insult others?" Adrienne thought.

"You'd better remember what I've told you," Jefferson reminded her.

"Will I need your approval to talk to everyone from now on?" Adrienne spoke.

"That's a good idea," said Jefferson. "I'll consider implementing it."

"Jefferson, I really don't understand what you are thinking all day long. You obviously have a girl you like, why do you still bother me?"

"Because I can!" Jefferson replied.

"D*mn him, giving me such an obnoxious answer as usual." Adrienne gave up trying to reason with him. Talking to him was like talking to the wall.