Chapter 1232: Chapter 1232
Jas Johnson was furious at Allen Rivera’s accusation.
Anyone facing such an accusation would probably find it hard to stay calm.
Allen Rivera just looked at him indifferently.
At tis like this, he always considered himself a robot—emotionless, sensationless, just following the law to ensure no mistakes in his work.
The grief and pain of the victim’s family, the hatred and resentnt of the criminal, the righteous indignation of the bystanders—different people with various emotions—if he were to process each one, the job would be too exhausting.
Allen Rivera waited for Jas Johnson to finish venting, then asked calmly, “When did you decide to bring the milk to see linda Johnson? Did you tell anyone?”
“No!” Jas Johnson exclaid. “I had lunch at ho and noticed the new milk and nuts. linda had called a few days ago, complaining there was nothing to eat at ho, so I brought them to her…”
At the end of his sentence, Jas Johnson seed to realize sothing, his expression turned stiff.
Allen Rivera said, “Bringing milk to see linda Johnson was your spontaneous decision. Therefore, the only people who had the opportunity to inject the abortion drug into the milk are you and Mrs. Johnson.”
Marshall Jones was out of town, making it impossible for him to predict Jas would go see his daughter. As for others, it was even less likely.
The color drained from Jas Johnson’s face bit by bit. He murmured, “No… this isn’t possible… impossible…”
Allen Rivera said nothing more. In fact, there was no need for him to persuade anyone.
He walked out the door. The guard stepped up, his eyes seemingly asking: Is it ti to make an arrest?
Allen Rivera gave a low command, “Follow him back to Hans City, but don’t let him notice.”
The guard understood and nodded.
…
Two hours later, Allen Rivera was sitting in a Japanese restaurant called Kai Washoku, waiting for news and observing Jane McCain’s blind date.
Today’s date was probably the worst one Jane had ever t.
He was frivolous, vulgar in speech, and very arrogant. He thought he was charming and ignored Jane’s visible discomfort, endlessly telling tasteless jokes, which was very off-putting.
The more Allen watched, the more displeased he beca.
The man bragged about his abundant assets, suggesting they go out after dinner, his intentions very obvious—both eager and crude.
Jane’s smile was exceedingly forced.
But in such blind dates, no matter how dissatisfied one is, basic politeness must be maintained, out of respect for the matchmaker.
Jane got up to go to the restroom.
Allen’s phone finally rang.
He answered the call and pressed the phone to his ear. The officer on the other end reported, “Jas Johnson had a major argunt with his wife after returning ho. He found syringes and residual drugs in the cabinet. We’ve arrested Mrs. Johnson.”
Allen asked, “Did she explain her motive for the cri?”
The officer on the other end was silent for a long ti, then replied in a low voice, “Mrs. Johnson always suspected Mr. Johnson of infidelity. She accidentally found out that Mr. Johnson and her daughter were in close contact behind her back. She… she thought the child was Mr. Johnson’s.”
Allen felt a lump in his chest, making it hard to breathe.
He looked up and saw the man at the next table pulling out a small bottle of dicine and secretly dripping a few drops into Jane’s orange juice before furtively retracting his hand.
Allen’s eyes darkened like a bottomless abyss.
Why did tragedies of all kinds—absurd, comical, or shocking—constantly unfold before his eyes?
Allen silently hung up the phone, removed his watch, and gently placed it on the table. Then he slowly flexed his wrists.
He patted the man on the shoulder.
The man turned around impatiently, frowning, and said, “What do you want…”
Bam!
Before he finished speaking, a strong punch landed squarely on the man’s face! Blood burst from his nose!
The man clutched his face and cried out in pain as he fell to the ground, knocking over tables and chairs!
The other diners gasped in shock.
Allen calmly pulled out his docunts, “Prosecutor on duty.”
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