Shane’s throaty voice rang out. “Have you heard about Jasmine’s suicide?”
“Yes, I’m about to go to the scene now,” Natalie replied as she pressed on the elevator button.
Shane furrowed his brows. “Why would you need to go there?”
“Because I think the person who died isn’t Jasmine.”
She hurried into the elevator while explaining her doubts.
After hearing her explanation, Shane sprung up from his chair. “I’ll go there with you too.”
“Alright. I shall wait for you there. Give me a call when you arrive,” responded Natalie.
Shane mumbled a quick response and hung up. He opened his drawer and pulled his car keys out before striding out of his office.
An hour later, Natalie arrived at the scene.
She was too late, for the corpse was no longer there. Only a few police officers were there to investigate the matter.
Instead of heading there, Natalie stood outside the police line and scanned the scene carefully. She glanced at the spot where the corpse dropped before studying the window of Jasmine’s room in deep thought.
One police officer spotted her and came to her. “Miss, we’re in a middle of an investigation. If you have no business here, you need to leave.”
Natalie flashed a polite smile. She parted her lips to ask something when a maniac suddenly dashed toward them.
It was Susan!
Susan looked like a madwoman for her hair and clothes were a disheveled mess. Her eyes were red, so it was obvious she had cried before coming here.
Glaring at Natalie, she demanded, “What are you doing here?”
“Do you know each other?” the police officer asked.
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