"You really don't know?" Luther asked rhetorically with a sneer.
"Should I know..." Jacqueline stammered, not understanding exactly what Luther was talking about, "Luther, did you hurt your head and does it still hurt now ..."
She wanted to change the topic, with a vague feeling in her heart that maybe it had something to do with Joyce.
"Joyce shot Ricky before she fell off the cliff. Otherwise, right now, in front of you, I would have been a corpse." Luther said it directly, pointing at the center of his forehead, "Ricky has aimed at me here, and if she shot him one second later, I'm dead."
"She, she, she killed Ricky?!" Jacqueline was shocked because the police never revealed the details of the case. Ricky died, Joyce fell off a cliff and disappeared, Luther was seriously injured, and two other detectives were shot. That’s all she knew.
She did not expect that the vicious outlaw, Ricky, was actually shot and killed by Joyce.
She did not even know that Joyce could use a pistol. It seemed that there were so many things she did not know.
"Heh." Luther sneered disdainfully.
"She is … she … she's missing, but the police are still … still searching." Jacqueline did not dare to say more. She poured a glass of water with trembling hands and carefully handed it over, "Have some water. You just woke up, and your lips are so dry that they are peeling."
Luther did not pick it up. He simply looked aside in a daze, his eyes showing silent sorrow.
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