But I still didn't see Mathew.
Mr. Wood, who led the team, told me that according to the traces left at the scene, my mom had committed suicide.
But I didn't believe it. Before I went on a business trip, my mom said happily that she would wait for me to go home for dinner.
"The surveillance camera in the community shows that only Brock Cooper has appeared, but if there is no evidence that could confirm that he was the killer, we can't arrest him. I am afraid that this case can only end with suicide."
The moment I heard the name of Brock, I couldn't help but tremble.
I would never forget the pain that he had inflicted on me and my mom with his male chauvinism and domestic violence.
That kind of fear was deeply engraved in my mind.
My gaze was filled with hatred. I was sure Brock had something to do with my mom's death.
Looking at the pained expression on my face, Mr. Wood asked, "By the way, where's Mathew? Didn't he go with you? He's on vacation these days."
I looked up in shock and said. "Didn't he say he was on duty?"