What on earth was this b*stard trying to do?
How did he get into this mess?
Was the blood on his body his or someone else's?
Adrienne clenched her trembling fist and looked at Jefferson from top to bottom to make sure that he was all right. The suffocating feeling that had just surfaced in her heart slowly dissipated and she said, "I am asking you a question."
"Why am I here?" Jefferson smiled and answered with a fearless expression, "Do I have to report to you wherever I go?"
"You..." Adrienne was so angry that she gritted her teeth. Did he know what he was doing? This was a murder scene. Did he think it was a joke?
Adrienne really wanted to ignore him and let Quill take him back to lock him up for a couple of months. That would show him to behave. But for some reason, her footsteps started to draw closer to him.
She approached him and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Jefferson, I don't care if you fool around at ordinary times, but there is an ongoing murder investigation right now and the murderer is still at large. You coincidentally show up here covered in blood. If you don't tell me the truth today and prove you're not the killer, then not even God will be able to get you out of this."
"How do you know that I am not the murderer?" Adrienne's words were very casual, but they touched Jefferson. It meant that she had some conscience after all. She was sure he wasn't the killer even before she heard his explanation.
"Good. This stupid woman can be smart when she needs to b," Jefferson thought.
Adrienne was so furious that her face turned pale. "What are you talking about? Are you kidding me right now?"
Adrienne chose to believe in Jefferson, which made him feel delighted. He reached out to pinch her face and assured her, "I know what I am doing. Get out of my way. Don't block me." He then looked at Quill and said, "Put your gun away. If you misfire and hurt me, you won't be able to handle the consequences."
With Jefferson's background, Quill could not touch him. Jefferson was more worried that if Quill misfired his gun, Adrienne might get caught in the crossfire... She usually avoided him like the plague, but at this instant, she refused to leave when he wanted her to. All she knew how to do was going against him.
Instead of paying attention to Jefferson, Quill looked at Adrienne, who was next to him, and asked, "Adrienne, do you know each other?"
Adrienne looked up and glanced at Jefferson. She did not want to admit that she knew this b*stard in front of outsiders, but she had no choice. "Yes, we have known each other since childhood."
Although she hid the fact that Jefferson was her legal husband, Adrienne felt that by telling Quill they knew each other since young, it was a clear statement of their relationship. Quill should understand.
"You've known each other since childhood? Have you met this guy recently?" Quill slowly put away his gun but still stared at Jefferson fiercely. It was as if as long as Jefferson dared to make any sort of movement, Quill would blow his head off.
"Yes, we meet almost every day..." Speaking of which, Adrienne suddenly started to stutter when she thought of the fact that he hadn't been home for the past two days. "He, he..."
"Jefferson is bossy and full of himself, he doesn't have many morals either, but he definitely would not murder anyone." Adrienne really wanted to say all this to Quill. But as a forensic doctor herself, she knew better than anyone that whether Jefferson committed the murder or not, it to be proved by evidence. Hence, she swallowed her words and looked at Jefferson worriedly.
"Adrienne, from now on, hand over all the work you have to Vann. Take a couple of days off to rest," Zelson cut in. He swept his gaze over Jefferson, but his expression remained calm as if nothing had happened between them the night before.
"Mr. Zelson, I..." Adrienne really wanted to help Quill solve the case as soon as possible, but Jefferson was currently involved. Since she and Jefferson were technically a married couple, she had to avoid suspicions.
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