Sutherland was coming soon. She put down the phone and stood in the corridor for a while, then she received a call from Sutherland saying she was waiting downstairs.
The night is long, and tonight is doomed to sleepless.
At the police station, Charlotte Anderson was arrested for intentional injury, and Rebecca Cunningham was also with him.
The reporter of this incident was the person at the reception, and Sunning counted as a personal character, and the identity of the suspect was also quite special. The police attached great importance to this and sent a criminal police officer to interrogate the matter overnight.
But they never expected that Charlotte Anderson turned out to be a tough man and was arrested obediently. He hasn't said a word since he entered the police station. He was a well-informed old detective and couldn't believe that this incident would be a blind man. made.
The interrogators came from her, and after wave after wave, Charlotte Anderson always maintained the demeanor of a noble lady and sat silently.
At this time, a familiar figure appeared outside the door, and the detective nodded and bowed when he saw him to sell him three points of face.
"Cousin." Rebecca Cunningham saw him, his eyes lit up, and he jumped out of the seat excitedly.
George Smith curled his eyebrows: "Why did you come in too?"
Rebecca Cunningham looked embarrassed and lowered his head not knowing how to answer.
"Did she speak?"
Seeing that she seemed to have something unspeakable, he was not asking, turning his head to look at the interrogator on the side.
The police shook his head. They even invited negotiation experts. As a result, Charlotte Anderson didn't even let go. After tossing for most of the night, he felt that two eyelids were constantly fighting.
George Smith turned his head and sneered at her with a sneer: "I can't run away. There is monitoring evidence that confirms that she can't run. Just tell me that in this case, how many years can a heavy sentence be sentenced?"
The detective was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes. When he heard George Smith's words, he was confused!
He clearly remembered that the organizer said that there was no surveillance. Could it be that someone deliberately deceived the police? Just as he was about to ask, he suddenly caught a warning look in George Smith's eyes.
The detective shuddered, he was refreshed in an instant, and he almost missed it!
He wiped his sweat secretly, pretended to be solemn, and cleared his throat: "Well, because Ms. Cunningham has a criminal record in this area, and he committed a crime shortly after he was released. Both crimes will be sentenced to 30 years. the above."
Charlotte Anderson is not surprised no matter what, no matter how smart is a woman in her twenties, not to mention that she doesn't know whether that piece is monitored or not. When the detective said that she was going to jail, her body trembled when she thought of her previous prison life. Then, a panic expression appeared on his face.
Rebecca Cunningham pulled his sleeves and looked at him pleadingly: "Cousin, I have something to tell you. Shall we go out and say something?"
George Smith hesitated a little, and finally nodded and walked out of the interrogation room with her.
The night was dark, and the incandescent lights illuminated the entire police station as if it was day. The night was like a hard coat, tightly wrapping it around. Rebecca Cunningham turned around and came to a place where there was no one.
She rubbed her hands nervously: "Cousin, sister-in-law and Amy are all right?"
"Emily is okay, but Miss Campbell suffered a comminuted fracture in her right arm, and there is little hope of recovery."
To this cousin, he is still somewhat guilty, so George Smith will not refuse her as far as he can.
I am afraid that Emily Aitken is worried. He can invite an internationally renowned orthopedic surgeon, but it is basically impossible to recover or achieve the strength of Amy Campbell.
Faced with Rebecca Cunningham, he didn't need to conceal it, and answered very frankly.
After hearing this, she covered her mouth and was speechless in shock.
After a while, Rebecca Cunningham broke the dull and strange atmosphere: "Cousin, that... can, can't..."
When she said this, she was also retreating in her heart, and she didn't have much confidence, and she stubbornly didn't even say a complete sentence.
"No."
George Smith probably knew what she was going to say, and interrupted her coldly, without giving her the slightest hope.
After a pause, his attitude eased a little: "Rebecca, Charlotte Anderson is absolutely impossible to let go. You can agree to other cousin requests, but this is not the case."
Rebecca Cunningham bit her lower lip tightly, sweating from her face due to tension, she lowered her head awkwardly, and her fingers kept stirring the dress.
"Let's go back."
After speaking, George Smith headed towards the direction of the interrogation room.
Rebecca Cunningham stayed where she was. Looking at the figure from behind, she was full of forbearance. She whispered softly: "Anything is okay? Can you marry me?"
Unexpectedly, because the moonlight was too deserted and there was no one around him, although he had already stepped more than one meter away, he faintly listened to it, pondered for a moment, and turned his head: "What did you just say?"
Rebecca Cunningham was taken aback, for fear that he heard something that shouldn't be heard, his head shook like a rattle, for fear that George Smith would be misunderstood by George Smith.
Fortunately, he didn't think too much, he said something to let her follow, then turned his head and walked back on his own.
Rebecca Cunningham didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore after suffering the loss just now, she answered, defamating and followed him back to the interrogation room.
Pushing the door open, Charlotte Anderson was not as cold as she was just now. She looked in the direction where the sound was made: "Who is it? Mom and Dad, are you here to save me?"
George Smith sneered: "You can never go out again."
In a word, all the expectations of Charlotte Anderson were thrown to the bottom. She sat on a chair, shaking her body uncontrollably, with handcuffs on her hands, so that she couldn't cover her face and cry freely.
A flash of light flashed in her mind. Charlotte Anderson seized the last chance. She still begged George Smith unwillingly: "George, looking at the friendship we grew up together, please let me go. I’ll marry you when I go out, and I’ll serve grandma and you at home every day from now on. I’m not going anywhere, okay? George."
George Smith sneered: "You are still talking about dreams, what capital do you have worthy of me to marry you?"
"You're just a blind man, you want to marry me as a trash?"
He did not hesitate to uncover Charlotte Anderson's scar, and after speaking, he didn't forget to step on two feet on it.
Charlotte Anderson's face changed suddenly, her feet trembling with anger, she would have been unsteady if she hadn't been sitting here.
After a moment of silence, Charlotte Anderson raised her head slightly. Since she couldn't see anything, she could only tell where someone was by her voice. She took a rough look at the location of George Smith and raised a sly smile: "I want to talk to you alone. Talk, I believe you will definitely change your mind."
he?
change one's mind?
George Smith stroked his chin. He had no feelings for Charlotte Anderson other than disgust.
After he was silent for a while, he decided to listen to what she wanted to say. George Smith signaled that the others could go out first. In the end, he was vigilant in the ears of the criminals and told them to turn off the surveillance of the interrogation room.
He knew that Charlotte Anderson was going to take out his trump card to protect himself, and there was a high probability that these secrets would not be known to outsiders.
The detective turned off the surveillance equipment without saying anything. He took the other two detectives and Rebecca Cunningham away.
George Smith sat in the position of the detective just now. He squinted his eyes, and there was a murderous intent in his eyes, and Charlotte Anderson didn't notice this.
She cleared her throat: "George, if grandma knew that you slept with Rebecca after drinking, would she be angry?"
After Charlotte Anderson asked, she thought about it very seriously. She was like a naughty prank girl. After the prank was successful, she smiled excitedly.
"Also, still." She asked excitedly like a madman: "If Emily knows you are mentally ill, will she abandon you? What if the newspaper accidentally learns about it?"