"You should apologize to ."
Luke said, "Don't worry, I'm here to verify so clues. If you're willing to assist with the police investigation, we will prove your innocence."
Darwin Morrison, sowhat agitated, replied, "I've been assisting you all along. Everything I've said is true."
Karen Ray retorted, "You're lying.
You said you didn't go to Highway 1 in the early morning of the 18th, but we found you on the road surveillance — the photos are very clear. Do I need to remind you?"
Darwin Morrison sighed, "Yes, I... did go.
The reason I didn't tell the truth is because I was worried you'd misunderstand.
But that doesn't an anything, nor does it prove I killed him."
Karen Ray said, "Lying shows you're guilty. And, you were indeed near the cri scene that night, aning you had the opportunity."
"I told you, I was around there, but I didn't see him, much less kill him.
Also, you searched my house and car and found no evidence, which should prove my innocence."
Karen Ray corrected, "That only shows we haven't found evidence yet, not that you're innocent."
"I am innocent."
"We found the body based on your text ssage address, how do you explain that?"
Darwin Morrison angrily said, "He did ask to et, but that doesn't an his death is related to .
You detained , interrogated , searched my ho; it's you who should be giving an explanation."
Luke interrupted their conversation, "Hey, stop arguing, it's pointless." Without giving them ti to respond, he continued, "Mr. Darwin Morrison, what's your relationship with the deceased, Kilo Jones?
Why et at such an early hour?"
"He... was my neighbor.
We were eting for a personal matter."
"Being neighbors, why not talk at ho? Why arrange to et so far away?"
"You should ask him, he was the one who texted to et there."
Luke inquired further, "Did you two speak on the phone beforehand?"
"Yes."
"Did you talk about the eting on the phone?"
"Yes, I said I wanted to et him, he said he'd think about it, then he texted .
I went to the eting place but didn't see him.
I don't know why he died, but it has nothing to do with ."
"Can you be sure it was the deceased who sent the text?"
"I can't be sure."
"Other than you two, does anyone else know about the eting?"
"No one."
"What shoes were you wearing that night?"
"Dress shoes."
"What size are your dress shoes?"
"Size 43."
Luke presented a set of footprints found at the scene, "Are these your footprints?"
Darwin Morrison thought for a mont and shook his head, "No, I didn't even get out of the car that night.
I couldn't see Kilo Jones, nor could I reach him on the phone.
Feeling sothing was off, and since the area was quite remote, I drove back ho."
Luke scrutinized his expression but didn't catch any clear signs of lying. Then he used a footprint identification card on the footprint photo.
A set of data appeared in his mind.
[Shoes, dress shoes with cross-pattern
Gender, female
Height, 168-174CM
Weight, between 110 and 120 pounds.
Age, between 38 and 43 years.]
Seeing this data, Luke was sowhat surprised; the dress shoes were actually worn by a woman. Based on her height, it was unlikely she wore size 43, suggesting small feet in large shoes, likely trying to disguise as a male to mislead the police.
According to suspect Salma Gonzalez's description, the officer was shot by a female gunman, which aligns with these clues.
The Canyon Station had previously focused on Darwin Morrison, assuming the killer was male, but it now seems they might have been searching in the wrong direction.
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