âHereâs surveillance footage from the area near Sunset Alley. Stephanie was last spotted heading toward Sunset Alley.â That was Zionâs way of warning Benson to tell the truth.
Flustered, Benson blurted, âShe has the freedom to go wherever she wants! We never made her go there on the 15th!â
âYouâre lying!â Zion banged his palm on the table.
As a hotâheaded person, Benson replied impatiently, âMichaelâs the one behind everything. Heâs the one who got us involved in this. If youâve got questions, ask him.
âI donât know if he made Stephanie go there on the 15th, but Iâve got alibis to prove that I wasnât there with them that night. I was out drinking at the Nocturnal and had one too many drinks. Iâm sure some of the hostesses there remember.â
Zion glanced at the clock and signaled his colleagues to take Benson away.
âOfficer Landon, could Michael have sexually assaulted Stephanie, and then because he was afraid that heâd be exposed, pretended to be the serial killer and killed herâ¦?â
Zion kept mum. He too, had his suspicions about Michael now.
I sighed and continued listening in silence, wondering what cruel words Michael would say during his interrogation.
Not long after, Michael came in. He sat by the table, looking displeased.
âMr. Ford, you should come clean to us about what you know. I hope youâll cooperate,â the police officer in charge of recording the interrogation statement reminded.
Michaelâs patience seemed to be running thin today. âI have the right to remain silent before my lawyer arrives.â
âIf you hope to see Stephanie dead, you can remain silent forever,â Zion said gruffly.
Michaelâs brows furrowed. But still, he said nothing.
I chuckled dryly. It was ironic seeing him like this. He couldnât wait for me to be dead sooner.
âFor three consecutive days, on the 13th, 14th, and 15th, you made Stephanie Carlson wear Yasmin Baileyâs clothes and walk alone in Serenity Lane and Sunset Alley to bait the murderer. Is that correct? âZion asked stiffly.
Even the police officers dared not carry out such a risky operation. But with no relevant skills or experience, Michael had sent Stephanie there to fend for herself.
Michael looked up at Zion, still refusing to utter a single word. He clearly wasnât about to cooperate with them.
Zion seemed like a cop who empathized often with victims and the deceased. Slamming his hands on the table, he shouted, âHave you any idea how much despair Stephanie would have been in her final moments had she really been targeted and murdered because of your arrogance?â
I shook all over as I sat in silence in the interrogation room. Zion was right. I had been in utter despair.
The person whom I loved and cared for the most, the man who had saved me, had been the one who pushed me into the depths of hell with his own hands.
âOfficer Landon, provocation wonât work on me. You donât know Stephanie. Iâm the person who knows her best. She wonât die. She canât.
âBefore I actually see her body. I wonât believe and news about her death,â Michael answered calm He truly didnât believe that I was dead.
âOn the 15th, Stephanie entered Sunset Alley and disappeared. According to surveillance footage, she never came out again.â
Zion felt helpless. Michael seemed adamant about being uncooperative, and Zion couldnât help but take pity on Stephanie.
âThereâs an error in the timing. I donât know if you gave me the wrong date on purpose. While it is true that I sent Stephanie to lure the murderer out on the nights of the 13th and 14th, I never sent her there on the 15th,â Michael said in all earnestness.
âBesides, I sent her to Serenity Lane, not Sunset Alley.â
Zion scrutinized Michael in silence as though trying to see through him, to inspect if he was lying. I stood behind Zion and studied Michael quietly too.
âTell me about Stephanie. What kind of a person is Stephanie to you?â
Zion did not show Michael the evidence and footage. Instead, he wanted him to talk about me.
What kind of a person was I to him?
âHer?â Michael smirked. âShe looks all pure and innocent on the outside, but sheâs really a treacherous and conniving one on the inside.â
Zion leaned back on the chair and stared at Michael in silence.
with âMy family adopted her, and sheâs harbored feelings for me for many years. She used all sorts of underhanded tactics just to marry me. She even tried to murder my fiancée,â Michael spat hatred.
I felt numb standing in front of him. If I could do so, I would have slapped him across the face. But again, I felt there was no point anymore.
âYasmin?â
Zion seemed to have caught on to something. âMind talking about the matters between Stephanie