Kidnapped and Rejected The Return of Alpha’s Luna (Janet and Daran) novel Chapter 238

Chapter 238 

The owner of the restaurant was brought back for questioning. 

They shoved him into the interrogation room. 

Janet went in to talk to him first. 

The owner sat stiffly behind the table. There was a mixed expression of anger and panic on his face. 

“What is this all about!” he cried furiously, “I told you everything already! Why did you bring me in here? I didn’t do anything wrong!” 

Janet sat down across the table, “You haven’t given me the whole picture. 

“That is the whole picture. What else do you want…” 

“We believe that Mr. Keavy was poisoned, and you have something to do with it, said Janet icily. 

The owner’s jaw dropped. He started sweating. 

“W–What? That is ridiculous! Mr. Keavy died of an allergy. Everybody knew that. 

You can’t dump that shit on my head…. It has been 5 years already…” 

“You won’t be falsely charged with anything if you are innocent!” Janet snapped, “So tell me what really happened that night!” 

The owner shifted uneasily in his chair as though he were sitting on a thrones. 

“I told you everything already…” he shook his head hastily, “Mr. Keavy died out of allergy…I have nothing to do with it…” 

They were talking in circles. 

But Janet could tell by the look on his face that he was hiding something. 

The only question was was he hiding his own crime? 

Or was he covering for somebody else? 

She leaned her upper body forward, staring at the owner across the table, and asked, 

“Do you 

know Lady Agnes?” 

There was a black look on the owner’s face, “Lady Agnes? Who is that?” 

His facial expression looked sincere. 

He really didn’t know who Agnes was. 

Janet sat back in her chair, pondering. 

Did she get this wrong? 

But all the evidence showed that Agnes poisoned Elder Randy and Elder Randy and Keavy shared the same symptom. 

So which part did she miss? 

Just then, the door to the interrogation room flung open and Clemente came striding 

into the room with a file in their hand. 

He slammed the file on the table in front of the owner and snapped, “Look what we just found! Are you still going to deny what you did?” 

With a trembling hand, the owner turned the cover and opened the file. 

The first page listed his online shopping records for the past 6 months: duck tapes, ropes, sleeping pills, and detergent… 

Everything a serial killer needed for the work. 

The second page was a photo captured by a surveillance camera. It documented a car 

accident that happened on the same night that Keavy died. 

The owner sunk, weak–kneed, into his chair. 

“You and your wife aren’t exactly the perfect couple, are you?” Clemente looked down at the owner coldly, “Waiters from your restaurant told us that you threatened to kill her. And your online shopping record proved that inclination.” The owner gulped, nervously, “What I like to buy with my own money is my own business… And that waiter who spoke with you is a lying piece of shit-” 

“You are still lying!” 

Clemente banged the table with his hand, “Do you want us to bring in your wife as well? And see what she has to say about this evidence?!” 

The owner shivered, “No…No don’t get her in here…Please… 

“Then just spit it already!” 

The owner mopped his forehead with the back of his hand, looking even more tensed 

1. up. 

“…Fine! Alright?” he snarled abruptly, “My wife is a skanky old cunt! I did think about it…once or twice…of killing her…” 

Janet looked at the man with disgust. 

It was like what they said–It was always the husband. 

“BUT!” the owner roared, “That was just a thought! I never put it into action! My wife is still alive, and you just saw her earlier today. You can’t punish a man for having evil thoughts!” 

“Are you sure that you never put it to action?” Clemente asked in an intimidating voice, “Then explain this car accident. It was your car. And it happened 5 years ago, on the same night that Keavy died, at 6:45, which was the exact time that you left the restaurant and were heading to Keavy’s house. Why did you exclude it from your 

testimony!” 

The owner shook like a leaf in the strong wind, “I…I didn’t think it was relevant… 

“LIE!” 

Clemente roared as he braced his hands on the table, leaning forward, and stared at the owner with ice–cold eyes. 

“We have a theory already,” Clemente said through gritting teeth. “And we are going to do more digging. Sooner or later, the evidence we find will convict you. The only question is are you going to tell us the truth now and plead for mercy or are you going to keep on lying and be sentenced to death eventually? YOUR CHOICE!” 

His roar echoed in the interrogation room. 

The owner’s face was paled with frigid. 

After a long pause, he suddenly burst into tears. 

“Don’t…Don’t kill me! PLEASE!” he wailed, “I have a career! A daughter! A whole family to support! And I didn’t mean it…It was an accident…” 

“What accident! What happened!” Clemente growled. 

“I…I poisoned the food…5 years ago…” the owner sobbed. 

Janet’s heart shot upwards into her throat. 

He admitted it! 

“You poisoned Keavy?!” Clemente cried in rage, “WHY! My brother never wronged you in his entire life-” 

“NO! Not Mr. Keavy! I…I was actually meaning to kill my wife!” the owner choked. “That night…I left the restaurant with two bags of food…One was for Mr. Keavy and that one was clean… And the other was for my wife, poisoned…” 

“Then how did the poisoned one end up in Keavy’s hand?” Janet couldn’t help but 

ask. 

The owner gave a shudder, “It was raining heavily that night…I–I hit someone on the way to Mr. Keavy’s house. I got out of the car too hastily to check the person being hit… Maybe….Maybe the two bags of food got swapped during that process…” “You didn’t label the poisoned one?!” 

“I did!” the owner cried desperately, “The poisoned one had a red little sticker on the bag! I even double–checked to make sure that the food I gave to Mr. Keavy was the one without the red sticker…But still…When I saw that my wife was still breathing after dinner, I knew instantly that I got it wrong…I–I fucked up…” 

He melted down and cried. 

Janet let out a shaky breath.