Bring Your A Game, Mr novel Chapter 442

Chapter 442 Can’t Be Her

At that moment, Elise viciously stared into the distance and caught a familiar figure among the crowd surrounding the barricade tape. It was Addison, and she was sporting a vest that was normally worn by witnesses. She was also carrying a stack of books in her arms as she stood on her toes, trying to see what was happening within the tapes. Seeing her, Elise scowled as she clenched her fists. If Addison were to appear in that manner at such a time, the police would definitely take her away. Since she had always been responsible for Elise’s notebook, a simple interrogation in the department could swiftly reach her.

Noticing the change on Elise’s face, Alexander turned to where she was looking and immediately knew what was going on. Remaining composed, he pretended as if he was looking for evidence and slowly faded into the crowd. Very soon, he was already behind Addison, and no one even noticed his presence.

“Why are there so many cops? What’s happening?” Addison muttered to herself. As soon as her words were voiced, her shoulder was grabbed. Subconsciously, she turned around and saw Alexander. “Al—” Before she could finish calling out his name, the man did a shushing gesture, and Addison instantly shut her mouth.

Then, Alexander signaled her with his eyes, asking her not to do anything reckless. With that, she nodded and both of them fled the scene without drawing any attention.

Seeing that, Elise heaved a sigh of relief.

All of a sudden, the forensic officer had come to a result. He walked to Jackson and took off his mask, casually informing, “We suspect they committed suicide with drugs. Possibilities of homicide are eliminated.”

“Suicide?” Jackson expressed his suspicion. “There must have been some kind of mistake. Why would three professors with bright futures suddenly decide to give up on life?”

“I’m gonna need you to trust me on this, Captain Gleeman. Or perhaps you could check it out for yourself.” The forensic officer obviously had his share of temper. He unequipped his gloves and handed them to Jackson.

Scornfully, Jackson flinched his neck and glowered. Is it actually okay for him to swing those corpse-touching gloves around? “Never mind.” Jackson continued, “It’s your job. I just need a detailed report from you. As for the rest, I’ll do my job accordingly.”

“Whatever.” An assistant came over with a plastic bag, to which the forensic officer threw the gloves into it before smugly walking out of the barricade tape.

“The case’s not done. Where are you going?” Jackson attempted to stop him.

“But my job’s already done.” The forensic officer, without turning back, raised his hand and waved. “See ya.”

Everyone else was stunned by his behavior.

Oh well, nothing good could come from having to see the forensics anyway. As Jackson was about to walk away, a group of men in suits was seen rushing over to him. One of them was Simon, who apparently was the leader of the group. Jackson went to greet him. “Why are you here, Mayor Bull?”

“I’m here for a look-see.” Simon nodded. When he saw that Elise was present as well, he walked to her and questioned, “Why are you here?”

Elise squinted her eyes and pointed at Jackson with her chin as she raised her head. With a confusing expression, she answered, “Your men suspect that I’m the culprit.”

Instantaneously, Simon revealed a frown. He turned to Jackson with anger in his eyes. “Is that true?”