My Husband, Warm The Bed novel 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?"

"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?"