King's Back novel Chapter 33

The landlady watched as Jackson and Harry were taken away by the police. She felt very anxious, but she can't do anything about it.

She felt guilty. After all, they were taken away because they save her.

She had forgotten Jackson flirting with her, and now she just wanted him to come back safe and sound.

It took about ten minutes for them to arrive at the police station.

Jackson and Harry were taken to the interrogation room.

The room was only a few square meters, with a small window above the wall. The room was a bit dark with a monitor in the corner.

As soon as they arrived at the interrogation room, Harry voluntarily pulled up a chair for Jackson to sit down and helped Jackson to relax his back and legs.

“Jackson, don't worry. Just take a statement and we'll be out of here in a minute.”

Jackson was in no hurry. Dolcie won't leave during the day anyway, as long as he went back to Dolcy Corporate before he got off work.

“By the way, Jackson, do you smoke?” Harry remembered that Jackson smoked, so he looked for the cigarette in his pockets, but he forgot to bring a cigarette today.

Thereupon he walked to the door, and said to the police obsequiously, “Officer, do you have cigarette? Could you lend me one?”

The officer knew that Jackson had just hit four thugs, but he seemed to be at odds with the captain, so he was taken back to the station.

But knowing that these two people acted heroically saving the lady, the police gave them two cigarettes.

Harry said thank you and trotted over to light it for Jackson. When Jackson just took a puff, with a bang, the door opened and Sara walked in proudly, followed by a recording officer.

“Miss Sara, come on, how do you do. We meet again” Jackson gave a playful laugh.

Sara was grateful to Jackson for helping her crack the drug trafficking case.

But the better Jackson acted, the more she suspected Jackson was involved in the killing.

How could a young driver be so strong? He must be hiding some secrets.

A sense of mission and responsibility made Sara even more curious about Jackson.

“Don't be frivolous. Be honest.”

Jackson didn't take her words seriously. Instead, he cast a glance over her body and said in all seriousness, “Officer Sara, I advise you not to get angry so easily. Women have several special days every month. Being angry often leads to menstrual cramps.”

What?

The two assistant policemen looked at each other. Was Miss Sara having her period? No wonder she had been so grumpy these past two days.

But they soon found something was wrong. How did this guy know that Miss Sara was having her period?

Sara was shocked, and her face suddenly turned red.

“Jackson, don't you dare talk nonsense. This is the police station. No nonsense!”

Jackson shrugged, and said innocently, “I'm not talking nonsense. You look pale. You must have worked too hard and bled too much during your periods. You will be anemic if you keep doing that.”

“Also, your left leg should have been injured and you walk with a limp, so you’d better go back to rest for a month, or there will be sequelae.

Jackson said seriously, not like joking.

In fact, he was right. Two cops can testify that Sara's left leg was injured on duty the previous two days, and she didn’t recover.

It seemed that this guy really knew Miss Sara. Otherwise, how could he know so much?

“Shut up, don't talk about this mess. Get down to business. What else do you know about the killer case? Tell me!”

Sara's hands rested on her hips, her chest heaving with anger.

Jackson was stunned. Well, Sara's breasts were bigger than those of the landlady, and it was so eye-catching when she moved.

“Actually, Sara, your breasts are too big for this job, which increases the risk and makes your attendance inconvenient.”

Once again, the two policemen looked at Sara’s breasts and nodded in agreement.

He was so right. They've already seen that. This guy's words were so poisonous that he hit the point with every word.