Chapter 2063: Something Is Fishy About This

At the police station, Bill doubled his coffee intake to stay awake, then had the officers return Winnie to her holding cell, halting the interrogation. He subsequently questioned the interrogating officers, but the results were disappointing. Winnie possessed remarkably strong mental fortitude; her expression remained impassive regardless of their techniques. Bill had observed her pupils throughout the interrogation, but to no avail.

“I’ve seen this type of suspect before,” Bill explained to the young officers. “They’ve been doing this for years; their conscience and morals are numbed. They constantly self-hypnotize themselves with a clean memory to suppress the truth. That’s how they can appear so calm—they genuinely don’t believe they’ve done anything wrong.”

He added, “Of course, we can’t wrongly accuse anyone. If we don’t have new evidence by tomorrow, we’ll have to release her.”

Both officers nodded. One asked, “If time is of the essence, why did we stop the interrogation?”

Bill checked his watch. “It’s one in the morning. Let’s give her two hours’ rest before another interrogation. She’ll be more exhausted then, perhaps leading to a breakthrough.”

The officers realized that if the suspect was on guard, the interrogation would be ineffective regardless of method. Bill had no intention of sleeping that night.

By dawn, Bill and the officers were yawning, but the interrogation record yielded no useful leads. They’d hoped to uncover flaws in Winnie’s story to find evidence, but their plan had failed.

“Mr. Chapman,” one officer said, “when it’s time to hand things over to the afternoon shift, we may have to release her.”

Bill nodded. “We have to follow the law.”

This news was unwelcome. After hesitating, Bill called Lucian to update him. Lucian, just awake, discussed details Roxanne remembered from the previous night.

“Hmm,” Bill said, grasping a key point. “What was Ms. Jarvis’s mother doing when she was frequently out for extended periods? This is very suspicious!”

Lucian had noted this the previous night, questioning Roxanne, but she knew nothing.

“Mr. Farwell, have Ms. Jarvis try to recall more details. I’ll speak to the forensic team today to see if we can find other clues,” Bill said, quickly hanging up before Lucian could thank him.

Meanwhile, Roxanne had dropped the children off at school and returned home. Seeing her husband’s worried expression, she smiled softly. “I can’t be so panicked. Maybe if I calm down, I can remember more.”

Lucian hugged her. Feeling safe in his embrace, Roxanne murmured, “Isn’t tomorrow Madilyn’s wedding? I’m not in a rush anymore. Winnie can’t disappear into thin air. I’ll help Madilyn celebrate her big day first.”