NovelFinishChapter 660 "I didn't say much. She just askedto wait for her at the office." "That's it?" Marguerite nodded. "Yes." The officer looked surprised and picked up his phone to check the call logs. "You talked at 10:30 AM for just one minute, so you're tellingthat was the entire conversation?" Before Marguerite had been put into the police car, they had confiscated everything from her bag, including her phone.
"The signal was bad, her voice kept cutting out. I barely caught anything she said.
The only clear thing was her askingto wait at the office." "Did you hear anything unusual before you hung up? Any sounds in the background?" "She might have sounded a bit agitated, probably because I kept asking her to repeat herself. Other than that, nothing." "No sounds of a car crash?" Marguerite thought for a second, then shook her head. "No." "Where were you before 10:30 AM?" "At home. After we hung up, I headed straight for the office." "Anyone who can vouch for your whereabouts?" Marguerite hesitated. "My family could, I guess. As for getting to the office, I barely reached the front door when my best friend called me, tellingPenelope had an accident. She was the first person I talked to. You could ask her. Also, the office entrance has CCTV. You might want to check that." The officer took notes, then pressed a button on his desk. Another officer cin, and they whispered briefly before addressing Marguerite.
"We've sent someone to get the surveillance footage from your office and to talk to your witness. For now, you can't leave." Marguerite nodded, watching everyone leave the interrogation room, feeling utterly miserable as she slumped on the cold bench.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe officer's detailed questioning, all business-like and stern, made Marguerite feel like a criminal, even though there was no evidence pointing to her.
Penelope hadn't mentioned anything amiss during their call-no sound of a crash, no cries for help. So, she must have been safe at that time.
But how did she end up in the river? Marguerite racked her brain but couldn't cup with anything.
The room felt chilly, and she wrapped herself tighter in the coat Frederick had left for her, finding a bit of comfort in its warmth.
This was her second tat the police station.
Three years ago, Yuna had falsely accused her of stealing a necklace, and Frederick had swooped in to save her. That was the first tshe'd felt a sense of security from a man, making her miss Frederick all the more now.
Penelope was in an accident, missing, and here she was, being questioned as a suspect.
Marguerite felt incredibly wronged and helpless.
If only Frederick were here.
Three hours later, the officer who had been questioning Marguerite returned.
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"Marguerite, you're cleared of suspicion, but we'll need to hold ontol your phone a bit longer. We have to provide a report for the family, proving your innocence. That means we'll need to recover the call recording between you and Penelope." Marguerite was confused. "What do you mean?" "It's just to show the family that you had hung up before Penelope's accident occurred, clearing you of any involvement." Once the officer explained, Marguerite understood.
"If there's no issue, just sign here and you can leave." As Marguerite was signing, a female officer entered the room.
Out of the corner of her eye, Marguerite noticed it was the sofficer she'd spoken to at the scene of the accident.
The officer handed a bag containing a phone to her colleague. "Caldwell, this is Penelope's phone Get it tested along with Marguerite's. Weirdly enough, even though Penelope's car was almost completely wrecked, her phone's still intact. Spooky..."
Marguerite paused mid-signature, her head snapping up, seizing the m opportunity to ask, the phone's okay, doesn't that mean there's a good chance she could still be alive?"
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