He nodded, looked at me with a sparkle in his eyes and he said, "It seems that I don't know you as well as I thought, Miss Reid!"
I ignored him, brought out a mop from the bathroom and cleaned up the blood on the ground before returning to the bedroom to await further news.
As I went up the stairs, Tobias opened his mouth and spoke, "I have another question. How can you be so sure that Hendrix is still alive?"
Looking back at him, I smiled and said, "Because he is my husband, no one knows him better than I do."
The corners of his mouth twitched. He looked at me, pursed his lips and said, "I don't want to hear you show off your affection. You'd better go back to your bedroom to rest!"
Back in the bedroom, I looked at the ring on my finger that had never been taken off. In fact, I had been shaken once or twice to believe that the body was indeed Hendrix. However, when I saw that there was no ring or ring mark on the finger of the body, I realized that it was not my husband.
Hendrix always wore his ring. Even if the ring was lost, there should be a mark on his finger, but the finger of that body was too clean.
It was so clean that there was no trace of a ring having ever been worn at all.
The only thing I could do now was to wait quietly for the investigation result from Sheridan, but the process of waiting was very torturous. It was impossible to sleep. Lying on the bed, I spent some time on my cell phone, but I could hardly bring myself to pay any attention at all.
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