"Ugh ugh..." The white woman struggled even more fiercely.
Jenny also entered the secret room and helped her remove the tape from her mouth. "Ugh ugh..." The white woman cried loudly, "
Oh my God, I thought I was going to die.
Thank you for saving , thank you.
Where's my husband?"
Luke ca closer to reassure her, "Ma'am, there's no need to be anxious, we are LAPD, and you are safe now.
Who locked you up here?"
"I don't know...
When I woke up, I was already like this."
"What happened before you fell unconscious?"
"I was at the restaurant, dining with my husband. We had so red wine and were discussing the Christmas party...
Then, I felt a little dizzy.
He helped to the bedroom to rest, and then I was completely out."
"Where is my husband?
How is he now?"
"Ma'am, we haven't found your husband."
"What do you an?
Did sothing happen to him too?"
"We can't determine that yet; we're still looking for him."
"That's terrible, I thought I was going to die! Ugh ugh..." The white woman cried again.
Luke took her to the living room, changing the environnt, and the white woman's emotions cald down sowhat.
Jenny poured her a glass of water, she picked up the cup and drank it all in one go, "Can I get another? Thank you."
Jenny nodded and turned to pour more water.
Luke asked, "Ma'am, when did you fall unconscious?"
"December 29th, at six o'clock we started dinner."
Luke calculated, it hadn't been long, just 18 hours had passed.
"Ma'am, how should I address you?"
"Georgia Gray."
"Gray is your husband's surna?"
"Yes, my husband's na is Arel Gray."
"Did you co here together?"
"Yes."
"When did you arrive?"
"The morning of December 18th."
"When did you decide to co to the vacation house?"
"We decided a long ti ago; we even had soone clean the room on December 16th."
"How did you get here?"
"We drove."
"What car?"
"Porsche Cayenne."
"Where's the car?"
"Garage."
Luke didn't see the Porsche Cayenne in the garage; it must have been driven away.
Given the current situation, it's likely that her husband Arel Gray drove the car away.
Luke changed the topic, "Do you know Kilo Jones?"
Georgia Gray took the water cup with both hands and drank a big sip, "Yes, he's my piano teacher."
"When was the last ti you saw him?"
Georgia Gray took another sip of water, "Seems like the day before I ca here, December 17th."
"What ti did you et?"
"Evening."
"What ti?"
"It's been more than ten days, I can't rember.
Why are you asking about him?
Is he related to my unconsciousness?"
Luke watched her expression and said, "He's dead."
Georgia Gray's mouth gaped open in shock, "Dead!"
Very fake.
The shocked expression was slightly delayed.
From Luke's experience, her shocked expression seed to be a facade, not genuine.
"You didn't know he was dead?"
"Didn't know."
"Did you contact him during this ti?"
"Yes, but couldn't reach him.
How did he die?"
"He was shot."
"Oh my God, that's horrible." Georgia Gray closed her eyes and covered her cheeks with both hands.
"What are your thoughts on Kilo Jones's death?"
Georgia Gray sighed, "He was a good man, still young, really such a pity."
"Then why did you kill him?"
"What? What do you an? Why would you say I killed him?" Georgia Gray's eyes widened, showing a look of panic.
"We went to your house and found a lot of bloodstains. Though disinfectant was used, bloodstains cannot be completely erased.
The bloodstains found in your ho matched Kilo Jones's DNA completely.
So, we are not here to rescue you but to arrest you."
"No, his death has nothing to do with , I... wouldn't kill him.
I really liked him, how could I possibly kill him."
"But the current fact is he died in your ho, to be precise, in your bedroom."
"Oh my God, why is this happening?" Georgia Gray cried loudly again.
"Georgia Gray, we have enough evidence; escaping is aningless.
If you confess truthfully, I can consider a favorable plea agreent for you."
"No, his death has nothing to do with !"
"There are neighbors who testified that they heard gunshots from your house that night."
"That wasn't who fired the gun!" Georgia Gray blurted out, her lips trembling, choking up, "It really wasn't ."
"Then who was it?"
Jenny encouraged, "Georgia Gray, we rescued you from the secret room, we're not here to hurt you.
Only by telling the truth can we help you."
Georgia Gray took a deep breath, "It was my husband."
Luke confird, "Arel Gray killed Kilo Jones?"
"Yes."
"Why did your husband want to kill Kilo Jones?"
Georgia Gray held her forehead with her right hand, "I...
Kilo Jones wasn't just my piano teacher.
At first, I really wanted to learn piano, but during the lessons... we spent much ti alone, he taught hand-in-hand...
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