My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 1877

The person in charge of the area was Gordan Ziglar. He had a big-bellied figure and a half-bald head, which were all in line with the characteristics of a 'boss' in his forties.

As the owner and the person in charge, of course, he had to stand up for his dead staff. In fact, he was quite proactive in it as he went to appease the family members of the deceased, and assisted the police in investigating the case.

As soon as the police officers had arrived, Gordan welcomed them by serving them tea and greeted, "Captain Hefner, just tell me whoever you want to interrogate. I have already ordered my subordinates to cooperate with the investigation. I also ordered them to say what they know honestly so that we do justice for the deceased as soon as possible."

"Mr. Ziglar, you'd better put away your expensive tea. We are all public servants, and we're not used to drinking them. You shouldn't waste such good tea." Staring at the greasy and humble Gordan, Jefferson couldn't help but feel that something was amiss. It was a hot day, and everyone was wearing short sleeves. But Gordan was wearing a neatly buttoned up, black long- sleeved shirt. It was evident that there was no ventilation through his collar nor his sleeves. "Mr. Ziglar, don't you feel warm wearing a long sleeve shirt with all the buttons buttoned up?"

Gordan was obviously stunned upon hearing Jefferson's question. Soon after, he immediately replied, "Well, I wore this for work. Otherwise, I wouldn't dress like on such a hot day."

Jefferson scrutinized Gordan and asked in a more domineering tone, "Mr. Ziglar, where were you, and what were you doing between 10:00 p.m. and 12:00 a.m. on the day before yesterday?"

Gordan answered, "I would help my son with his homework from 8 p.m. to 11 p.m. every day and I'll try to put him to sleep before 12 a.m.. It was the same last night."

Gordan answered very quickly as if he had practiced it countless times before. That roused Jefferson's suspicion, but he could not rule out the possibility that he really was doing that same routine every day, and that was why he could reply so smoothly.

Jefferson continued to ask, "Can we also have a word with your wife?"

Gordan smiled awkwardly and responded, "My wife works out of town, and she normally comes home during the weekends or the holidays. She usually isn't at home, that's why I'm responsible for taking care of our son."

"How old is your son?" Jefferson questioned.

Gordan answered in full detail, "He's ten years old. He's a sensible and clever child."

Jefferson nodded and informed, "Got it. Can you please follow us back to the station for a physical examination?"

Upon hearing that, Gordan began to panic. To be exact, he was already panicking when Jefferson was continually asking him questions. Thus, his forehead was covered in beads of cold sweat.

Gordan stammered, "Wh-what kind of examination do you mean?"

"Just a regular physical examination." Jefferson slapped him on the shoulder, which made Gordan hiss in pain. However, he tried to endure it and calm himself down.

"Mr. Ziglar, as long as you didn't do anything wrong, you don't have to worry about anything. But if you're hiding something, then the consequences will be completely different," Jefferson added.

Gordan took two steps back and refused, "I don't want to do the physical examination."

"I suspect that you have something to do with Shermaine's death so we'll have to get your DNA sample to run some tests. It's not up to you to decide whether you want to go or not." Jefferson notified.

Then, Jefferson ordered one of his subordinates to take Gordan back to the Criminal Police Team and handed him over to Adrienne.

In fact, Jefferson didn't want Adrienne to conduct a physical examination on another man.

She would have to look at a random naked middle-aged man with such a bad figure. What if Little Specky suffered from a trauma because of it? Jefferson thought.