Maybe Dad felt a little embarrassed about today's events, or maybe he wanted to shut others up. Anyway, he reluctantly took out his phone.
He impatiently called me.
But my phone had been destroyed by the killer long ago.
He couldn't reach me at all.
"I don't know where she's been fooling around."
He disdainfully said.
"It's impossible. Rosa would never be like this."
Arnold frowned and pondered.
Meanwhile, the police officer responsible for the DNA testing of the body, who had been working overnight, walked over with a file and a grim expression. "There has been a major breakthrough in this case, and the identity of the deceased has been confirmed."
Dad was still immersed in my defiance, and he didn't react in time.
Everyone else surrounded the police officer to see the identity of the body, ready to start various investigations. Soon, the expressions of my father's colleagues who had been working with him for decades changed, and they turned to look at him, their faces sullen.
"Bob, when was the last time you saw Rosa?"
Arnold asked with a trembling voice.