Chapter 48: Best Friends
Translator: 549690339
Purple Sumrs was truly furious!
Although the pink Humr might not be much among the many luxury cars in the Sumrs Family collection, it was her first car after becoming a prosecutor!
Her very first car in life!
What was most precious about it was the unique hand-painted design on the body of the car!
Once, after she had won a difficult case, a well-known illustrator that was part of the prosecution, thanked her by creating a set of illustrations for her beloved car!
The works of this illustrator were highly sought after in high society, and each piece fetched astronomical prices at auction!
So, both the car and the illustrations on it held extraordinary significance and imnse value for Purple Sumrs!
Purple Sumrs stood at the entrance of the elaborate iron gate, watching the car disappear into the distance, filled with indignant anger!
— One really shouldn’t die too early because you never know how your treasured possessions will be desecrated by others.
Because she had witnessed her beloved car being tampered with, Purple Sumrs had a gloomy expression throughout her journey, with clouds of anger hanging over her.
It wasn’t until the taxi arrived at Haylight Street that the driver told her she had reached her destination, and she reluctantly pulled herself together.
She couldn’t let herself get down.
She had many things to do and couldn’t be affected by these little emotions.
Haylight Street was very spacious, with no large shopping malls or supermarkets.
The most prominent building was the Clearwater City Police Departnt, followed by a gas station, so administrative buildings, and a scattering of small shops.
Purple Sumrs stopped outside the police departnt, looking at the familiar surroundings, feeling an emotional wave going through her.
Everything was as it used to be.
Nathaniel Sumrs once complained about her devotion to work, jokingly saying that the Prosecutor’s Office was her in-law’s house, the police departnt was her parents’ house, and the Sumrs’ house was nothing more than an inn for her to rest in on the way.
Purple Sumrs made a phone call in a public phone booth.
Soon, a woman answered the phone, “Hello, who is this?”
Her voice was slightly hoarse, revealing a hint of impatience.
They had just t not long ago, but because she had experienced a life-and-death situation, hearing this voice now suddenly tightened Purple Sumrs’ heart! Her hand couldn’t help but grip the phone tighter.
“Hello! Who is it?” The woman’s voice beca even more impatient, and sowhat fiery.
“Officer Jackson.” Purple Sumrs took a deep breath to calm her emotions, “Regarding Ms. Suzanne Saunders’ accidental death, I have so clues I want to tell you.”
There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.
After a mont, the other party suddenly launched a series of questions! –
“Was Suzanne Saunders killed by soone? Who are you? How did you find out about this?”
Purple Sumrs looked at the beef noodle shop not far away, her voice calm and steady, “Let’s et and talk, I am at the noodle shop outside the police departnt waiting for you, co alone.”
Having said that, she hung up the phone ahead of ti, and then kept her gesture of talking on the phone, pretending to continue the call.
Her eyes occasionally glanced at the entrance of the police departnt, her clear pupils shimring like a deep pool.
Before too long, a tall woman hurriedly ca out from inside. She had flaming red lips, short hair that reached her ears, and a short-sleeved T-shirt with jeans, an extrely neutral outfit beneath her beautiful face.
This woman was Aria Jackson.
Aria Jackson was the captain of the criminal investigation team. She was fiercely passionate about fighting evil and had the highest case-solving rate. At the sa ti, she had an extrely fierce personality. Everyone in the Clearwater City Police Departnt, from the director to the cleaning lady, knew about her.
Suzanne Saunders and Aria Jackson were the best partners, and at the sa ti, they were best friends.
Aria Jackson stord into the beef noodle shop in a blaze of fury.
Purple Sumrs watched the familiar figure and finally let out a sigh of relief, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly.
As long as Aria Jackson could help her, many things would beco simpler.
Purple Sumrs walked into the noodle shop, and Aria Jackson’s gaze swept past her without stopping.
—The person providing the clue shouldn’t be a sixteen-year-old child.
Purple Sumrs didn’t mind. She chose a seat by the window, telling the waiter, “Two bowls of beef noodles, one without spicy, one without green onions.”
After saying that, she grinned at Aria Jackson and said, “And a can of beer, right?”
Aria Jackson’s face changed abruptly, “You were the one who called?!”
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