The Interrogation

Soon after, David was brought into the interrogation room. The anger and disgust on his face were evident; clearly, he had no interest in this interrogation. Jack sat at the table, his fingers gently tapping on the surface, his sharp gaze locked onto David.

"David," Jack spoke, his tone calm, yet carrying an underlying sense of pressure. "We've looked into the loan situation between you and your wife. Three years ago, you took out a large loan. Can you tell me what the money was used for?"

David glanced at the papers on the table, a flicker of displeasure in his eyes. "You cops always like to make things sound so serious. It was for the family's livelihood. I lost my job, we didn't have enough money, so we had to take out the loan," he said, clearly irritated.

Jack asked coldly, "If that's the case, then why were you arguing? Your daughter said you and your wife often fought."

David suddenly lifted his head, a flash of anger in his eyes. "That's nonsense! Our marriage was fine! We never argued!" He responded quickly, his tone defensive.

Jack wasn't swayed by David's reply. He pulled out the insurance policy from the pile of documents on the table and slowly placed it in front of David. "Then can you explain this high-value accident insurance? The policyholder is Sarah, and the beneficiary is you."

David glanced at the document and scoffed, "It's normal to buy accident insurance, isn't it? My wife and I bought high-value insurance for each other. This is just one of them. The other one has me as the policyholder, with Sarah as the beneficiary."

Jack's eyes sharpened. "Where is the other policy?"

David hesitated, a flicker of unease crossing his face. He scratched his head slowly, looking somewhat defeated. "I... I don't know. I haven't seen that policy in ages... I don't remember where I put it."

Jack didn't let up, continuing to press, "You really don't remember? Something so important, and you 'don't remember'?"

David's face darkened, his voice dropping lower. "What's your point, officer? What are you suggesting? Everything I've told you is the truth. What do you want from me? Just let me go!"

As the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, Jack's phone rang. He glanced down at the screen and immediately answered the call. "Yes, the DNA results are in." Jack hung up the phone and turned back to David, his gaze cold. "We've just received the results. The hair found in your box is indeed Rachel's."

David's eyes shifted dramatically, his face turning pale, but he quickly regained his composure. "What hair? What box? What are you talking about?" Each word he spoke was a frantic denial.

Jack smirked, tossing the evidence bag containing the box onto the table in front of David. "This is your box, right? The hair from Rachel was found inside it. Now, explain yourself."

David looked down at the box, his eyes confused. "Where did you find this box? I haven't seen it in ages. I thought it was long gone." His tone was defensive, as if refusing to accept the evidence.

Jack stared at him calmly, taking a deep breath. "Stop pretending, David. Admit it—did you kill your wife in a manic episode, or did you deliberately kill her to collect the insurance money? Did Rachel find out your secret and become your victim?"

David's emotions exploded. His voice was high-pitched and filled with rage. "This is all nonsense! What do you want from me? Are you trying to frame me? I told you, I don't know anything! You cops are forcing me to confess to something I didn't do!"

Jack stood up, looking down at David, his voice cold and unwavering. "You can either cooperate with the investigation, or I can take you to jail and wait for further interrogation."

David gritted his teeth, his anger even more apparent. "You can't do this! I have the right not to cooperate with you!"

Jack didn't respond. He just gave David a long, cold look. The atmosphere in the interrogation room grew heavier, and it was clear that David had entered a state of extreme unease. Jack knew that this wasn't the time to continue pressing; David wouldn't confess easily, but with the evidence, Jack would break him down step by step.