It was evident that Ellie would be going against Shawn, and this choice of hers was not made lightly.
Her heart ached for Clarissa and Damian.
That was the reason she decided to disturb Shawn no matter the cost.
The duo had a direct face-off, and the tension grew palpable. Shawn was the first to break his stance. As he raised his hand, Ellie immediately made a fuss. “What? Are you succumbing to hitting people now, Shawn? Help! Police brutality and maltreatm- Mmn!”
Before Ellie could finish, Shawn cut her off with a sudden kiss. Harmon and the rest began cheering and whistling at the show.
Breaking of the kiss, Shawn growled in a low tone, “Mind your business!”
“Pfft, hahaha…”
Despite Shawn’s warning, Harmon could not help but burst out laughing, earning a murderous glare from Ellie.
After a while, the atmosphere turned serious enough to begin the interrogation.
Embarrassed by the kiss earlier, Ellie stood at the side in silent as they interrogated Matthew. However, once it was over, she could no longer hold her tongue.
“You really can’t meet Clare. She’s with Damian upstairs. The poor boy was startled so badly that he is now clinging onto Clare and refusing to let go. To be honest, Clare will just be telling you the same thing Uncle Matt just told you. Must you interrogate her personally? After all, she’s either with Uncle Matt or the crew all the time…”
Even though Shawn believed that Clarissa was innocent, it was still protocol to take her alibi as well.
Just then, Matthew interrupted, “I’ll go upstairs to check on them. Please wait for a moment…”
In the room, the first sight that greeted Matthew was the mother-and-son pair wrapped in each other’s arms. At the sight of Matthew, Damian finally broke the silence.
“Daddy.” Damian’s childish voice called out softly.
Matthew smiled warmly and rubbed Damian’s head affectionately. “Hey Damian, Mr. Shawn is downstairs. Would you like to go see him?”
Clarissa looked up, exchanging glances with Matthew. The latter gave a reassuring nod.
On the other hand, Damian seemed to have recovered from his initial shock. A look of concentration showed on his face as he contemplated whether or not he should go downstairs.
“Mr. Shawn and the police officers are still here. Some of the police are even wearing their uniforms. They look very smart and handsome. Don’t you want to see them?” persuaded Matthew.
Swayed by his words, Damian raised his head to look at Clarissa. “Can you go with me, Mommy?”
“Of course I will go will you!” Clarissa smiled.
“Okay!”
After Damian’s prompt agreement, the three of them made their way downstairs.
Unlike his usual reaction, Damian was not overcome with excitement to see Shawn. He kept clinging onto Clarissa, not daring to let go. Even so, a polite smile still hung on his lips as he nodded towards Shawn and the police officers.
“Mr. Shawn, Mr. Harmon…”
As a jokester, Harmon walked up to tease Damian by making funny faces, encouraging Damian to loosen up as clear giggles filled the room. For a while, no one in the room brought up the investigation, allowing the atmosphere to be lightened by Damian’s laughter.
However, as Matthew went forward to bring Damian to the side, it was clear that the boy was still shaken as he continued to hold onto Clarissa tightly.
Feeling her heart squeezed, Clarissa stroked Damian’s head gently to calm him before turning to Shawn.
“Let’s just settle the interrogation this way.”
Shawn nodded in response. During the interrogation, Ellie and Harmon were tasked to distract Damian. In spite of the fact that two different conversations were going on simultaneously, they managed to handle the situation so skillfully that neither of those conversations disrupted the other.
“The last time I talked to her was last night over the phone, around nine,” Clarissa recalled. “My husband and I were attending Damian’s school performance. After the event, we went out for dinner. There should be surveillance cameras in the restaurant that can prove my statement. After dinner, we went home. It should be around nine in the evening when she called. In the call, her voice was muffled. She sounded like she was crying for help, followed by a series of blood-curling moans, as if her mouth was being covered. Terrified, I dialed her number again after she was cut off, but no one picked up, so my husband and I immediately went to the hotel she was staying only to find no one there…”
Clarissa’s recount of the happenings of the previous night was identical to Matthew’s. There was nothing suspicious with Clarissa’s story.
Due to the fact that both parties of the interrogation knew each other personally, the process was carried out smoothly and courteously without a hitch.
Not long after, Shawn and the team left Zen Highlands.
“Shawn, there’s this gossip website that my wife is obsessed with. She told me some time ago that Hilary seemed to be a rotten apple. Anyone could tell that she’s mean and heartless just by looking at her. Mrs. Tyson, on the other hand, was nothing but a poor thing. After all, someone that caught Mr. Tyson’s eye couldn’t possibly be that terrible.”
“Wow, Darryl. Since when have you started solving cases based on looks and impression? I didn’t know your missus was so good at reading people. Why didn’t you say so earlier? I would have asked her to help predict my love life,” Shawn replied.
“Sheesh, easy with the sarcasm. What I mean is, what if it was one of Hilary’s enemies who had done this? With that personality of hers, she must have offended a lot of people,” retorted Darryl.
“Thanks for stating the obvious, Sherlock.”
Sighing, Darryl changed the subject. “Say Shawn, do you think the team sent to interrogate the Garretts would discover anything?”
Just as his question was thrown out in the open, Shawn’s phone began to rang. “Alright, noted,” said Shawn after listening to what the caller had to say.
“What happened?” inquired Darryl.
“The Garretts are causing trouble.”
Without hesitation, the team got into their cars and drove to the station in an accelerating speed.
Hilary was dead. Throughout the entire day, Clarissa was in a daze, stunned by all the interviews by reporters. For the rest of the day, she stayed next to Damian. Only after she had put him to sleep did Clarissa start to digest the horrifying situation.
Hilary is dead? She’s dead?
It was true that Clarissa hated Hilary, even to the point of death. Yet when Hilary was found dead, Clarissa found herself lost, unsure of how she should react.
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