My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1811

At this point, Hilda was so scared that her whole body shook. She opened her mouth to say something but she couldn't make a sound.

Quill said, "Did you personally witness the murder?"

Hilda nodded in panic and said in a choked voice, "Yes."

Quill asked again, "Who was it?"

Hilda thought for a moment and said, "He was a man. He was very tall... I didn't manage to see anything else."

A man!

He was very tall!

Any man on the street could fit this description. It wasn't a clue at all.

Quill felt another headache coming on. Recently, all the cases that had been popping up were a mess. These cases were even more annoying than those he had dealt with in the past.

He asked with a calm face, "Is there nothing else?"

Hilda shook her head profusely. "At that time, the lighting in the bar was very dim, and the bar counter was against the light. Plus, I was scared silly at that time. Even if I saw his appearance, I won't be able to remember it anymore."

"You seem to remember quite well that you were scared silly." Quill looked at Hilda. She looked like she was in shock, but there was no fear in her eyes, which made him feel that there was something wrong with her.

Quill didn't ask any more questions. He looked at the policemen who took the statement and ordered, "Bring her back and let her think about it carefully. If she thinks of anything, take it down as part of her statement."

When Hilda heard that they were going to take her away, she screamed anxiously, "Sir, I didn't kill anyone. Why are you arresting me? I have a sick child waiting for me at home."

Wasn't this too much of a show? Quill thought.

He frowned, and the police officer beside him quickly answered, "We are not going to arrest you. We are taking you back to the station to help with the police's job. You have to understand that every citizen's responsibility is to assist the police in their investigation. Now that there is a murder case and your

fingerprints are all over the crime scene, it's best for you to work with us and clear your name of suspicion."

"I really didn't kill anyone. Why won't you believe me?" Hilda cried, "My child is still at home waiting for me. If she doesn't see me, she won't take her medicine."

The police officer said, "As long as you cooperate with us and help us find the murderer as soon as possible, you can go home to accompany your child. If there's something you know that you aren't telling us, not only will you delay us from solving the case, but you will also be charged with obstruction of justice. Whether you want to tell us or not, it's up to you. We can't force you to tell us."

"I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything..." Hilda wiped her tears and said, "At that time, because I came in through the back door which was against the light, the murderer did not notice me, but I saw him."

Quill looked at Hilda again and heard her say hurriedly, "When I first saw him, all I knew was he was the most handsome man I had ever seen. At that moment, I was stunned when I saw his face.

While I was in a daze during the few seconds, I saw him holding a dagger and stabbing downwards. There was blood splashing onto his face, and I realized that he

must have been murdering someone..."

The police officer asked, "What else?"

Hilda replied, "After the blood splashed onto his face, he still continued stabbing a few more times. At that time, I was so scared that I fell to the ground and I forgot what happened later. I vaguely remembered that after the murder, he went past me and glared at me when he left. His eyes were fierce and cruel. I was so frightened I could barely breathe under his gaze."

To prove that what she said was true, Hilda's body began to tremble when she talked about the murderer's gaze. Her teeth chattered as she said, "If I see him again, I should be able to recognize him."

The police officer added, "He saw you but didn't kill you? Why?"

"I don't know... Maybe because he thought that I wouldn't dare to call the police or tell you guys what happened."

Quill had been handling cases for many years. He had met murderers who let witnesses go. Usually, the intent was to provoke the police as if to say, "So what if you know I'm the murderer? You can't get enough evidence on me to catch me."

But according to the woman's description, Quill didn't think this was likely.

He added, "Take her back and get someone to sketch out a description."

The police officer replied, "Yes, sir."

Hilda said, "I've told you everything I know."

The police officer told her, "You still have to come back with us."

Hilda began to yell again, "I didn't kill anyone. How can the police just arrest people like this..."

Hearing this, Quill became impatient. He waved his hand and motioned for the police to take the woman away.

Things here had come to an end for the time being. Quill walked to Adrienne and asked, "Adrienne, have you found anything?"

Adrienne put some skin flakes extracted from the victim's nails into a test tube while she answered him, "The victim died at about six in the morning. There are many wounds on the body. The wounds are of different depths and were all caused by something sharp. The fatal wound was a stab to his heart."

It was Adrienne who had removed the dagger from the body of the deceased. She pointed to the dagger in the evidence bag beside her and said, "This dagger was right in his heart, about six centimetres deep."

Adrienne's estimate of the time of death

matched Hilda's story. It could be assumed that she wasn't totally lying...

Quill was distracted. When he came to his senses, he heard Adrienne say, "I just extracted some skin from the victim's nails. I'll take it back to test it and see if I can find anything. You'll have to ask someone else to check if there are any fingerprints from the murderer left on the dagger."

"I know that." Quill nodded and sighed. "I don't know what's going on these days. Murder cases keep popping up one after another. If it goes on like this, not only will I be in trouble as the head of

the Paramount Criminal Police Team, even my superiors will be in trouble."

"Sergeant Scott, relax. I will give you the autopsy report as soon as possible." Adrienne put away the toolbox, turned around and walked out of the bar. She got into the police car parked at one side. She was in a bad mood. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

One reason was that there had been too many murder cases recently, and the other reason was that Jefferson still hadn't contacted her.

She knew that she shouldn't let her personal life affect her during working hours. But, that day, she couldn't help feeling unusually anxious as if something bad was about to happen.

'Has the person in charge of the bar arrived yet? Did you get the surveillance footage of the bar?" Adrienne heard Quill shouting irritably, "Close off the scene. No one is allowed to come in or out before the case is closed."

They hadn't even cracked the case from two days ago, but there was already another one. It was a wonder that Quill was still sane... Adrienne looked at Quill in distress. The only help she could give was passing him the autopsy results as soon as possible.