Chapter Twenty Three:
This isn’t a coincidence… right?
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THERE WAS A long pause from Edward.
John Simmons was waiting for the detective's words. He noticed the emotion laced on Edward’s face, and he felt that something had clicked inside his mind. Certainly, he was mindful that it was something of importance, or even related to the case.
Of course it would be. What kind of detective would be reminded of something that isn’t even related to a case? That just means that a sleuth isn’t good at focusing on one task at hand. Moreover, what kind of detective would be spacing out during an interrogation with the victim’s family, most especially the father?
The man was polite enough to wait for Edward as he was busy in his thoughts. Only when he had reached for another glass of water then g
