It turned out that the murderer who killed her daughter was Maximilian Kostomarov.
I realized that Vilhelmina should have seen his father's car. So she wanted to go over. It made her not think that his father would miss the work time and rushed back to the hospital clock.
In the video, Vilhelmina's body was hit and flew up. She rolled under the wheels of the truck and was crushed several times. The red Mustang was riding so fast that it had no idea what was happening behind it.
Across the table, the driver of the truck covered his face. He cried out in pain. I stared at the black screen of the tablet with a dull expression. Until the police officer tapped me on the shoulder.
He reassured me of my condolences. I touched my face, not a single tear. My heart was empty as if a piece had been ripped out of it.
“We will send more people to find the owner of this red Mustang, Mrs Arabelle.”
I replied, “Don't bother, I know who he is.”
“Who is it?”
“My husband, Maximilian Kostomarov. He is also the biological father of the victim, Vilhelmina Kostomarov.”
The policeman was stunned for a long time. “As a relative of Vilhelmina Kostomarov, we have to ask your opinion as a rule.”