Chapter 19 Chapter Seventeen

When I finished taking notes, I felt as if I had been peeled off.The details I have given are all factual, however, what confuses me is that it doesn't quite fit the story I wanted to tell, and I feel I must add something important, but I'm exhausted exhaust.Cross read the entire transcript, nodded occasionally, like a teacher grading homework, and felt that the homework was not satisfactory.I signed the paper three times, and Policewoman Hawkins took the batch away.I was thinking about what to do next when Cross said he would drive me home.I declined, asking him not to bother me, but he said he was on his way anyway, and I couldn't hold back anymore.

The first half of the drive, through streets I didn't recognize, I just stared ahead of me, trying to think of nothing, but to no avail.I started replaying it all in my mind, and after a while the images came to me and I couldn't get them out of my mind. parking.I said. What's wrong? I think I'm going to throw up. Oh, help me, he said, looking around in a panic.Bear with me, we're in a no-parking redline zone.Hold on, I'll find a place. Are you not a police officer? Wait a minute, wait a minute, if you want to throw up, please throw it out the window. He pulled off the main road into a side street, pulled up on the side of the road, and I opened the door and rushed out.There was a tall brick wall there, which must have been the side of a factory or warehouse.I put my hands against the rough wall, which feels cool and pleasant to the touch.I lean forward to press my forehead against the wall and feel a hand on my back.

how are you A rush of warm acid rushed down my throat but I swallowed it back and took a few more deep breaths. Hard enough today.Cross said. No, no, I said.Uh, it's hard, but that's not why. What's the meaning? I took a few steps along the sidewalk, rubbing my arms to keep warm.It was dark now, and my breath condensed into a cloud of smoke in front of me.We're on the edge of an industrial estate.Behind the barbed wire there are many modern buildings that are already covered with grime, the Fluger Glass Assembly Company, the Leather Industry Center, and the Depin Memorial Stone Factory.

None of this is right.I said. Let's go back to the car. Wait a minute, I say.You know I don't have a crush on Terry right now. I can imagine. He's a real problem guy, and maybe he needs all sorts of help, but he doesn't do it. Miss Deborah, Abby, go back to the car.I'm freezing out here. If we get back to the car, would you like to answer a few questions for me? Ask as you please.If only we could get out of here. We sat in the car for a while in silence. Did I delay your schedule?I asked. Not yet.He said. I have a few questions popping up in my head and lingering.I know you're an expert and I'm just advising companies on how to set up copiers and coffee makers, but this is so unreasonable.First of all, Terry is not a murderer.If he really was a murderer, I don't think he would pick a woman he just started dating.And if he has decided to kill her, it should be at his or her residence.Also, if he wanted to hide the corpse, he would not abandon it at a place only three doors away from his residence.

Jack.Cross's first reaction, if any, was to start the car and hit the road. I think I can respond to that question while driving, he said.First I must say Terrence.Waymo did not murder Sally.Adamson was charged.However, he has serious suspicions, and those who have serious suspicions are probably the perpetrators in the end.i know what you think about telly Which means you don't accept it.I interrupt. But the fact is that most people are not killed by strangers in dark alleys, they are killed by people they know.Women are the most vulnerable to sexual partner abuse.Terry has a record of violence against his sexual partner, you, and this is just further evidence.And it can be said to be admissible evidence.As for where he committed the crime, why he committed the crime, and where he dumped his body, if he did it, I can only say that there is no certain routine to follow.People commit murder premeditated and on impulse.Sometimes they don't hide the body, sometimes they hide it so well that it can never be found, and sometimes they just cover it up a little.He may have killed her and dumped her body on the road in an attempt to make it appear she had been attacked and killed after leaving his residence.

If he was going to do that, why did he leave the purse behind?And it would be too exaggerated and risky to drag the corpse along the street. Have you ever committed a murder, Abby? No.And you? No, he said, with a forced smile.But I know people who have committed murder.Just imagine the most intense stress you've ever experienced and multiply that a hundred times.You will be out of breath and unable to think.People do the most absurd things because of it, they make the most outlandish mistakes. There is another possibility. There are many other possibilities. No, this is what actually happened.

Appreciate further details?he asked exaggeratedly and patiently. I didn't want to say it at all, I had to force myself to.You know I've had a makeover since the accident. I noticed. Ever since you left me to fend for myself with no protection, I've been on the alert to avoid being followed, and almost no one knows where I end up.I think the man the man who took me knew me only where I worked and where I lived.I mentioned these things to him, I told him Terry's name.I remember. so? Have you ever noticed that when a couple breaks up and one of them starts dating someone else right away, that new partner often looks like a carbon copy of the original?

No, I haven't noticed. it is true.When I stumbled upon that Sally, I was immediately shocked.Just ask Terry.I actually mentioned this to them when I met her. Brilliant move. She dismisses it.Anyway, she won't admit it, I think.However, in any case, she has no way to compare.I've had a makeover so the two of us look very different.The point I want to make is that the man who kidnapped me knew I was somewhere.Although he was not immediately arrested, he had no idea how much I knew about him.I felt like a thorn in his back.If he can silence me, he can rest easy, and one of the few ways he can find me is to sneak around Tally's place and wait for an opportunity.If he saw Sally coming out in the middle of the night, he'd obviously assume it was me.

go on. He strangled her thinking she was me and he thought it was my neck.That's the only reasonable explanation. I looked at Cross.He didn't answer, and suddenly he seemed engrossed in driving.Then I had an epiphany.He thinks he has killed me. What? That man, he thought I was dead, he thought he had nothing to worry about.He probably didn't expect that he had found the wrong partner.If you can hold off on this murder for a while, or at least keep the victim from being identified, it will buy me a few days to do something about it. That's a good idea, Cross said.Unfortunately, it's a little bit of a hindrance.

which point? It's just that I live in the real world and there are certain red tapes we have to follow.When someone is murdered, we cannot keep it secret.We have to notify their families, and we have to find out who did it. We sat in silence for several minutes until we arrived at Zou's residence.The car stopped. You know what's really ridiculous.I said. have no idea. you do not believe me.You think I'm a crank, or a liar.You're a nice guy, and I know you're more sorry than anyone else for leaving me to my own devices, but that's already done.But if it was me instead of Sally lying in that front yard, you'd assume Terry did it and the man would get away with it.

Cross leaned towards me, putting his hand on my arm.Abby, as I said, we will re-investigate your case if there is any new evidence.certainly.if your friend Zou. If Zou does not show up in the next few days, you should also tell me.You also understand this.I'm not dismissing your case.We didn't leave you to fend for yourself like you said, we have no evidence at all except your boyfriend, Terrence.Waymo beat you and did violence to you just before you lost consciousness.We must act on the basis of evidence.If it was you we found out last night, pardon me for being clumsy, maybe it was Taylor who killed me, didn't you think about it?As far as I am concerned, you are lucky to be able to leave him. But what about my disappearance?You want to blame it on him too?He had an alibi, remember? Koros's expression became serious.He has a set of arguments that can be justified, that's all.This is all we can grasp, a lot of rhetoric.Only now we have a murdered woman lying just yards from the man who beat you. I opened the door and got out of the car. I leaned over him, his face blurred in the dim streetlight.Tomorrow Sally's name will be reported, and he will know and come after me again.But in the end you'll know I'm telling the truth, and I have a way to prove it to you. any solution? You'll know when you find out I'm dead.I'd be strangled to death in some ditch while Terry was still behind bars, and you'd regret it too. You are right.He said. What's the meaning? I will be very sorry. I slammed the car door, and the body was shaken by such force.