The Police Report

The man's face was very gloomy. No way. Hazel wanted to cry but had no tears. The police couldn't have come here because they thought that Baron had been harassed, right?

In an instant, Hazel drooped her head and looked bitter. If she touched Baron's body, at least she should have remembered it. She really suffered huge losses.

This stingy and mean man in front of her was really a fussy person.

She covered her body with the quilt in a fit of pique, pretending to be a quail.

"Alright. Take a rest. When the police come here, don't hide anything from them."

It was because there were some details that might be the key clues.

For example, why would the popular fresh meat she and Elva had met in the bar appear on the back street of the bar?

The timing was too coincidental.

"But..."

Hazel hesitated. She still remembered Bruce's words. He told her not to call the police.

Maybe calling the police would be a threat to his safety, but she could not overlook Elva.