I would definitely make the murderer pay the price.
With that in mind, I glanced at Mateo and asked, "Where were you on the evening of June 10th?"
In the next second, Mateo suddenly looked at me.
Our eyes met.
I could clearly see the coldness in Mateo's eyes.
"Rosalie, Violet committed suicide."
"Yeah, I know."
I watched Mateo leave and laughed mockingly.
Look, this was the man I had been in love with for three years.
I looked at the empty room and walked to the door.
I was still so sure that something happened outside the door just now.
Just now, the sound came from the door.
If the man at the door was not Mateo, then who was he?
I walked back and forth at the door and accidentally stepped on the garbage in the corner.
At this moment, a black spot in the garbage suddenly caught my attention.
It was a very small microphone.
The sound just now was likely to come from here.
Otherwise, the police would have noticed someone hiding in this building.
I tightly clenched the microphone in my hand.
Mateo, what is your purpose?
...
I must find evidence now.
I had to prove that Mateo killed me.
As soon as it was light, I went to the police station as Violet's sister to find out how the case was going.