"If Aaron was the killer, he wouldn't have jumped off the building just like that," Jefferson analyzed. "It's clear that Aaron doesn't have the mental endurance to kill and dismember bodies."
Quill said again, "Also, I did notice something too, but I don't know if my judgment is right."
"Tell me about it," Jefferson urged.
Quill continued, "Judging by the conversation between me and Aaron, he was reluctant to leave his wife and child behind, but someone might have promised to take care of them, which was why he jumped off the building."
"Someone is obviously pulling strings behind the scenes. Perhaps it was the real killer who ordered him to return to Chatterton Town. It's just a decoy." Jefferson looked at Quill and added, "You should go home and spend time with your family. Don't think about work for the time being and don't reveal the conversation we just had to anyone else."
Quill knew exactly how serious the matter was, so he did not dare to disclose the news. He nodded in agreement. "Got it, Captain Hefner."
After Quill left, Jefferson immediately ordered everyone in the team to stop working on anything related to the dismemberment case. From that point onwards, the case would be handled by another team. The Paramount Criminal Police Team would no longer be in charge of this case.
The Paramount Criminal Police Team had spent a log of human resources on this case, but now they were told to stand down. Although many officers had doubts, they understood that even if they continued to investigate, they might not be able to solve the case. It would then be a complete waste of effort.
However, only Jefferson knew that he wouldn't keep his hands off this case just like that. He would continue investigating until the truth was revealed. When he left the headquarters, he told Harold not to be a drag on him because without the help from the Paramount Criminal Police Team, he could only rely on Harold.
Jefferson knew very well that the dismemberment case was targeting him. However, the killer might have misunderstood something. He wasn't going up against Jefferson, but the law.
Now that the killer was in the dark, the killer could witness everything Jefferson was doing.
For the time being, the killer had the upper hand. However, justice would prevail and the truth would be revealed one day.
It was almost 9 p.m. when Jefferson finished work. He finally had the time to look for Adrienne at the forensics department. He thought that he had been busy enough, but Adrienne was even busier.
She was absorbed in a pile of documents. He had been in the room for quite a while, but she did not even notice him.
Focused women were the most attractive. His Little Specky was already as beautiful as a fairy but she looked even more beautiful now.
He stood a few steps away from her and watched her quietly. He could not bear to make a sound to destroy such a beautiful scene.
After a long time, Adrienne finally looked up from the pile of documents. When she raised her head, she couldn't see clearly. She could only see a vague figure in front of her. She parted her lips and asked, "Daddy?"
Daddy?
Jefferson raised his eyebrows in amusement. "I don't have that kind of fetish. Please don't call me that."
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