Adrienne did not question Zelson's appearance and called the police right away.
After the phone call, the two of them waited in place without any rash movements. They, as members of a forensic team, knew how important it was to preserve the crime scene.
Zelson saw Adrienne trembling. He walked to her side hurriedly and patted her on the back, comforting her, "Adrienne, don't be afraid. The police will come soon."
"Mr. Zelson, I'm fine. Don't worry about me," Adrienne responded. She looked at the victim lying on the ground. The man looked to be in his early thirties; he was still quite young.
Who would choose to kill him on such a night?
What was written on the torn note he was holding tightly in his hand?
Could he be the murderer who had witnessed her parents' death two years ago?
If so, was it possible to prove that the murderer who killed her parents knew that she had been secretly investigating their murder case?
Adrienne had told Zelson not to worry. However, when Zelson noticed her putting on a tough front and saw through her fragility, he couldn't help but be concerned. He said, "Adrienne, stop staring at it. Come and sit here for a while."
Adrienne did not respond.
Zelson wanted to say something, but he swallowed his words.
He knew that Adrienne was an agreeable person who was willing to compromise on most things. However, if it had something to do with her parents' murder, she would remain firm on it. No one would be able to persuade her otherwise.
Even though it was pouring with rain, it didn't take long for the police to arrive.
The sergeant in charge of the local criminal police team was a man named Jarred Leopold. After a simple inspection of the scene, he asked, as was routine, "Which one of you was the first one who found the victim? And who called the police?"
Zelson and Adrienne showed their identity cards.
Adrienne remembered Jarred. She had met him before, on a day which she wanted to erase from her memory completely. She answered, "Sergant Leopold, I was the first to find the victim. It was also me who called the police."
Jarred took Adrienne's identity card and looked at it. "Both of you are from the forensic team of the Paramount Criminal Police Team in Chatterton Town?"
"Yes, both of us."
Jarred stared at Adrienne with suspicion and asked again, "It's so late at night and it's pouring. Why are you at an abandoned farm more than 100 kilometers away from Paramount Area? And you coincidentally chanced upon a murder case?"
Zelson took offense at Jarred's attitude. It was as though they were criminals being interrogated. He took two steps forward, stood in front of Adrienne, and said, "Sir, we reported the case. We are not suspects. Please mind your tone."
Jarred returned the identity cards to them and replied, "As forensic experts, both of you should know very well that we have to act upon what evidence we have. Therefore, both of you, please come to the police station with me to give a detailed statement."
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