Chapter 11: The Damn Interrogation

In the police station's interrogation room, the glaring fluorescent light was making me dizzy. The interrogator, though quite handsome, was someone I couldn't bring myself to appreciate under these circumstances. His police uniform bore a name tag: Dene·William.

Under the harsh light, his round face looked pale, and like Bevis, his beard seemed unshaven for days. Cops always seemed to carry an inescapable weariness.

"I've already explained everything. That's how it happened. Could you please move the light away? My eyes are really hurting."

He complied, lowering the lamp, but continued relentlessly, leaning casually against the edge of the table in his police shirt. "We found this ring on your counter. It's quite unique and worth a fortune!"

"I found it on the street corner this morning. A guitarist left it there last night."

"Guitarist? What did he look like?"

"I didn't get a clear look. He kept his head down and wore a hat... Sir, this is the fifth time I've repeated this, except for the part about the ring. I just wanted some unexpected cash, that's all." I had to explain, my voice weak and listless.

"Miss Margie, this ring has just been appraised by a jewelry expert. It's worth at least 1.5 billion francs. The two rubies on it are at least two thousand years old. And you're saying it belongs to a guitarist? Someone who owns such a precious piece of jewelry wouldn't be a wandering musician. Your lies aren't convincing enough!"

1.5 billion francs? I'm rich! I'm rich!

"That's what I saw. If you don't believe me, that's your problem!" I'm not known for my patience. "Can I get a cup of coffee? It's been twelve hours. When are you letting me go?"

"I'm sorry, but we're in contact with the police in your hometown. After investigation, it turns out you haven't been back in thirteen years. Your father, Eason Lee, claims he doesn't have a daughter named Margie. You probably don't know this, but his business is massive. He has remarried and now has a son and a daughter... Of course, when we mentioned your arrest, he did acknowledge you, saying you have violent tendencies and once stabbed him in the stomach!"

This was definitely adding insult to injury!

Eason Lee is a scumbag. He doesn't deserve to be my father!

Damn cops, they actually dug into my past. They're worse than vampires! I suddenly grabbed his collar and coldly sneered, "Why don't you ask him how he treated my mother?"

"I order you to sit down!" he said coldly, staring me down.

I took a deep breath, my anger gradually subsiding, and sat back in the chair. "You could spend your time investigating the case instead of digging into my past. It's pointless and only shows how despicable you are!"

"The police department has a clear division of labor, and my target is you! Tell me, why did you call the police station this morning to inquire about your cousin Bevis Bain?"

"He hasn't been home for a long time. I miss him!"

"What has he been doing since he resigned from the police force?"

"I hope you catch him and interrogate him like this too. Then I'll know what my dear cousin has been up to! Can I go to the restroom?"

He stiffened. "Sorry, the interrogation isn't over yet!"

"Metabolism isn't a crime, is it?"

"I didn't expect a beauty like you to have bodily functions too!"

I scoffed sarcastically. "I'll take that as a compliment. But I suggest you don't say that in front of your mother. She might think you're implying she's not human!"