In the police station, my statement was taken. I was also questioned quite extensively. Their expressions made me confuse. When I couldn't stand it anymore, I asked, "what's the matter?"
One of the policemen looked at me and said hesitatingly, "Are you sure that the person you were with is your husband, and that he was injured and taken away? Was there no one else in the car with you?"
I nodded and answered seriously, "Yes, I am sure... our tires were flat and we lost control of the car. We almost lost our lives when we crashed. After the car crashed, my husband asked me to quickly escape. He was taken away by several men in black. They were driving black cars. You can check the surveillance cameras!"
The policeman shrugged helplessly. "Sorry, Madam. All the cameras on that street were broken, so we can only rely on your testimony!"
For a moment, I was so shocked I couldn't utter a word. So it was a premeditated conspiracy?
It was Kaleb. It had to be him!
The police looked at my somewhat ferocious face and said, "Madam, you don't have to be too anxious. We just want to confirm it, because we found a male body near the crime scene."
A male body?
I was dumbstruck. "How? Who is it?" When I asked those questions, my voice trembled, and my hands clenched together tightly. I felt my fingers dug into my palms, desperately trying to reduce my fear.
The policeman looked at me and blanched. Perhaps he was worried for me. He drew a deep breath and hurriedly tried to comfort me, "You don't have to worry. If you say that your husband was taken away, then the body might not be your husband. We took pictures of the body. You can come with us to have a look."
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