Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 243

"By the way. Just now, I was told that Grandma's autopsy report came out." Mentioning Stephanie, he looked grave, "No trauma was found, but her breathing was obstructed and she died of suffocation. A large amount of painkiller residue was detected in the body. The ingredients were the same as the residue of ordinary painkillers after decomposition, which matched the samples of painkillers that Grandma usually took. The only strange thing is that the dose of pain medication that Grandma took seems to be a bit too much."

Joyce shook her head and questioned, "As far as I know, after Grandma took the new Mufron targeted drug, the pain was much reduced. It was completely within the tolerable range, so Grandma should not have taken painkillers for these days."

She thought carefully and made sure, "I remember very clearly, I even asked Grandma on Friday night if she wanted a painkiller and she said no. I couldn't figure out why Grandma was suddenly taking painkillers in large doses. It couldn't be that, on the afternoon of the accident, Grandma suddenly felt a lot of pain?"

The more she thought about it, the more unlikely it became.

"No, I have to get out of here." She ignored Luther and went ahead and put on her shirt, ready to get out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Luther asked, "You can ask Aaron to do it for you."

"No, I made an appointment with the cab driver who had driven me home the day Grandma was killed. In fact, I've been asking about the driver for the past two days since I got out of the detention center, and Juanita has been helping me out everywhere, finding cab companies, checking times and trip records, and finally, we found him. He had installed surveillance in his car, and he had found the surveillance record of my ride that day, and gave me a copy of it." Joyce did not hide and told Luther everything.

"Although this surveillance record can't prove my innocence, maybe it's useful." She stood up, the wound on her back hurting again, but she couldn't care less, "I have to go there myself."

"I'll go with you." Luther shook his head helplessly. She was still on bail, so he did not feel comfortable with her going out alone. In case she encountered reporters again, she could hardly cope.

"Good." Joyce didn't object either.

Luther drove Joyce, and together they went to the place Joyce and the cab driver had agreed: a roadside grunge cafe.