My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1804

"Fortunately, the grandparents were taking care of the child. If it had been a weekend, the murderer might not have let the child go, right?" After listening to Adrienne's report, everyone was silent except for one person's sudden exclamation.

Everyone immediately cast their eyes on the person who spoke and then involuntarily turned their eyes to Adrienne, making her feel particularly uncomfortable.

She didn't need other people's sympathy.

Adrienne avoided the eyes of everyone and informed them, "I am done with my report. Sergeant Scott, is there anything you're still unclear on?"

"No. You've given all the results you can. Now it's up to us." Quill clapped his hands. "Everyone, this case has caused heated discussions among the public, causing small-scale panic. The superiors are watching us closely and they have set us a one- week deadline. Let's split up and look for clues."

Zelson was the first to stand up. "I will run more tests as well. Hopefully, more clues will show up."

"Thank you for your hard work, Zelson." Quill nodded and swept his gaze across the people present. "Skye, Gail, the two of you go visit the neighbors of the couple to see if there's any possible business rivalry. Morgan, follow me to visit the couple's parents."

"Sigh!" Quill let out a long breath inwardly.

When he thought about how he had to pay a visit to the deceased's parents, he had another headache. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

He couldn't bear the sight of breaking the news to the elders.

He really hoped that there would never be a murder case again. He would honestly rather lose his job.

After the meeting.

Zelson stopped Adrienne and said, "Adrienne, you've been busy for two days straight. Go back and rest for a while."

"Everyone is busy looking for clues. How can I go back for a rest at this time?" Adrienne shook her head. She looked upset. She didn't like how everyone took extra care of her and treated her with special care.

She felt like she had never allowed her personal emotions to affect her work or burden others for the past two years.

"Adrienne, your health is the most important. You can only work hard if you take good care of yourself first." The worry in Zelson's eyes couldn't be hidden no matter how hard he tried to hide it. However, because Adrienne wasn't paying attention to him, she didn't realize it.

"Mr. Zelson, if you guys can continue working, why can't I? I'll go to the dissection room to see if I can find anything." After saying that, Adrienne smiled lightly at him and turned around to leave.

Looking at the pieces of flesh that had begun to rot, Adrienne didn't even flinch. She examined them carefully again and again. Other than getting basic information, they hadn't found anything, not even what kind of murder weapon might have been used.

Looking at the pieces one by one, another picture suddenly emerged in her mind. In a trance, the corpses seemed to have become her parents. The corpse suddenly took the form of a bloody human.

She looked at Adrienne with tears in her eyes. "Adrienne, save me, save me..."

"Mother..." Adrienne felt that her heart seemed to have been stabbed by someone; she was in so much pain that she could not breathe for a moment. "Who was it? Who killed you and Dad?"

"Adrienne..." In a blink of an eye, the blurry scene before her eyes disappeared. Adrienne woke up from the illusion and discovered that she was covered in a cold sweat.

"Mr. Ziglar, Mrs. Ziglar, you can rest assured. I will try my best to find the murderer to help you get closure and prevent more innocent people from being hurt." Adrienne took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in her heart, and once again concentrated on examining the corpses.

Adrienne kept herself busy all the way until nighttime. When she dragged her tired body out of the dissection room, she unexpectedly saw Jefferson. He stood by the wall and seemed to have been there for a long time. "You didn't sleep last night. Why didn't you go home to rest for a while?"

Jefferson approached her and said, "I'm here to pick you up."

"You don't have to pick me up. You need to rest well yourself." Because she had been handling rotten flesh, she did not want to be too close to Jefferson. She subconsciously took a step back and added, "I still have work to do. You can head back first."

He frowned and asked, "How long more do you need to work? Don't you need to eat, drink or sleep? Do you think you're made of steel?" Adrienne was not made of steel, but she wanted to find some useful clues as soon as possible. So far, she had found nothing and made no progress. "Am I useless? I have examined the corpse pieces over and over again, but I can't find anything."

"The murderer had planned it out, therefore he'll obviously try his best not to leave any clues for you to catch. You can't rush these things, just search and investigate it slowly," Jefferson answered.

"Slowly? For how much longer? Should we wait until the murderer strikes again and harms more innocent people?" Adrienne knew that she should not be angry with Jefferson, but she always had a

hard time controlling her temper in front of him.

It was just human nature. In front of strangers and unfamiliar people, people would always maintain a cool temperament. Anger was always reserved for the closest ones.

"I'm sorry!" Adrienne apologized. "I shouldn't have gotten mad at you."

"Go back and rest first." Knowing that she was tired, Jefferson did not quarrel with her. His voice was filled with genuine worry and concern.

"Okay." Adrienne nodded obediently. "I'll go and get changed."

"I'll be waiting for you."

If Adrienne had been more observant, she would have noticed that Jefferson was still wearing the same clothes from the day before. He had not returned home after leaving the Paramount Criminal Police Team that morning.

That day, he visited the residence of the deceased couple and the neighbors of their shop. He tried to get some information from the neighbors, but unfortunately, they knew nothing too.

The time of the deceased's death was approximately 2 p.m. on the 15th of August. As it was a Monday, there were only a few customers at the restaurant. Hence, the couple had returned home to rest for two hours as usual at noon. However, after this rest, they did not return to the restaurant.

Because it was at noon, many neighbors were out at work. Jefferson asked around if anyone had seen or heard anything strange, but no one had.

The crime scene came up empty, and so did his questioning. Obviously, it was not easy to find the murderer in a short time, just like the case that happened to the Carter family two years ago.

"Mr. Hefner, I heard that you came, so I came to see for myself, and really, here you are." This case had a great impact on Quill. He could not find any clues himself, so Jefferson was his last hope at present. As soon as he returned to the detachment, he inquired about Adrienne and Jefferson. When he heard that Jefferson was around, he rushed over without even drinking a sip of water first.

Adrienne said sensibly, "You guys talk first, I'm going to change my clothes."

"You are so considerate, Adrienne." Quill liked how pragmatic she was. However, as soon as he looked up, he was met with Jefferson's fierce gaze. He then anxiously said, "Mr. Hefner, I am not..."

"Whether she's considerate or not, she's mine. Don't bother thinking about it," Jefferson scolded frigidly.

Quill rubbed the back of his neck and thought, "I wouldn't dare to think of anything else."