"This is exactly what I wanted to say... her head was cut off by the killer."
"Oh no... why did this happen, why her..." Marta sobbed painfully on the other end of the phone.
After a while, Luke consoled, "Things might not be as bad as you think, we haven't confird the identity of the body yet."
Choking with sobs, Marta said, "Is it done by the sa killer from the headless won case?
Didn't he already commit suicide out of guilt?"
Luke explained, "Firstly, the body found at Rona Post's house had an earlier ti of death than all the other victims.
Secondly, the police never held a press conference, the so-called closure was just the dia chasing traffic."
Marta asked, "Is there a ring on the left middle finger of the body? I once gave Rona a ring, and she always wore it."
"Yes, Rona Post was indeed wearing a ring, I will send you a photo later.
Also, the body's right arm had a history of fracture, did Rona Post have a similar condition?"
"Oh my God, it really is her, she got injured during skydiving, and I was the one who took her to see the doctor.
Why did this happen?
Wuuuu..." Marta burst into tears again.
When the crying subsided, Luke asked again, "Marta, were you following the headless won case too?"
"After talking to you on the phone yesterday, I also watched the Los Angeles news, was the wife of Helson Swiney a victim of the headless won case?"
"Yes, the way they were murdered was the sa."
"Do you suspect it was Henry Rogers?"
"What do you think?" Luke asked for the second ti. The last ti they talked on the phone, Marta was reluctant to answer directly.
After a long silence, Marta spoke with conviction, "It was him, he's a very scary person; that's why I dare not return to Los Angeles, but... I never thought he would hurt Rona Post, I caused her death.
I killed my best friend."
"You can't bla yourself, the murderer is Henry Rogers."
"No, you don't understand.
Rona knew where I was? She was the only one who knew.
If Henry Rogers got the address from her, he would definitely co after .
If she had told Henry Rogers, she might not have died... Wuuuu...
It was who killed her!
I personally caused the death of my best friend!" Marta was extrely emotional, "Did you catch Henry Rogers?"
"Not yet."
"Why haven't you caught him?
He must be the murderer."
"Henry Rogers is clever; we investigated all the scenes and couldn't find any direct evidence related to him."
"Officer Lee, is there anything I can do?
I want to catch him, not just for Rona but for myself and my child!"
...
305 Ibanez Community.
In a two-story villa.
Henry Rogers sat on the sofa, still drinking and watching TV, but the TV had changed to a colored pay-per-view program, where three people were playing poker on the screen.
Henry Rogers's expression was bland, his body showing no reaction, as if the stimulating images and sounds couldn't elicit any emotion from him.
He turned off the TV with a casual gesture and lay listlessly on the sofa, his gaze empty, his expression numb.
The whole room was eerily quiet.
"Ring-ring..."
The ringtone of a cellphone broke the silence.
Henry Rogers grabbed the phone and sat up abruptly, his face changing emotions as he pressed the answer button, "Marta!"
"It's ."
"I've been waiting for you, waiting for you to co back to ."
"Henry, you know that's impossible, I can't be with you anymore."
"Why? Have you found soone else?"
"No, I simply don't want to be with you. Let's get a divorce."
"Marta, are you really going to be this heartless?
I've been waiting for you, only to get a divorce?"
"Sorry, I really can't stay with you anymore."
"How about we et up and talk about it? I can change, beco who you want to be."
"There's nothing to talk about, let's get a divorce."
Henry Rogers clenched his fist tightly, "Have you decided?"
"Yes, let's divorce."
After a mont of silence, Henry sighed, "When?"
"You agree."
"Do I have a choice?"
"I will make an appointnt with the lawyer and tell you tomorrow."
"Fine, send your flight number; I will pick you up." After the call ended, Henry Rogers had a vicious look on his face, and with a hint of sorrow in his voice,
"I gave you a chance..."
Henry Rogers took a sip of his drink, closed his eyes, and slowly leaned back on the sofa.
After a while, Henry Rogers suddenly sat up and mumbled to the air, "Marta, why would you suddenly call for a divorce?
You've been missing and hadn't contacted at all.
Why now?"
Henry Rogers's mouth curled into a curve, "The Los Angeles police?
Things are getting more interesting.
But it's useless.
Marta, no one can stop you from coming back to , no one!"
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