Chapter 87 Interrogation My dad smiled while she heard her shaking voice.
âMy name is Spencer Sullivan, and this is my son, Seth.â
âSullivans?â she she cried out âYou worked in the Dâangeli house for a while, didnât you?â
âI know nothing. I was only a housekeeper there.â
My dad smiled again.
06:29 âHousekeepers know the house and the owners the most. So here is my first question. A young girl arrived in the house recently who doesnât belong to the family.â
âI donât know...â
But she screamed when Seth pointed his gun at her head.
âOkay, they brought a young girl there a while ago. She was unconscious, she didnât look good at all, and she had a few bruises.
They put her into one of the guest rooms.â
She started sobbing, so she stopped talking, but dad didnât give her a break.
âAnd?
âSignore Dâangeli called his personal doctors. They were with her for a while, then they left. Mostly Signora Dâangeli stayed in the room.â
âDid they hurt her?â I asked. She looked at me.
âNo, to my knowledge, no.â
âThen what have they planned to do to her?
âI donât know, honestly I donât know.â She cried out again as Seth moved closer to her with his gun.
âHow is she?â
âThat was my last day th day there. The signore spent a few minutes in the room, but the signora stayed with her for a while.â
âIs she still in the house?
Her tears ran down on her cheeks again, but she didnât a answer.
âHe asked you a question. Seth shouted at her while moved closer.
âI donât know. I left that day. Following the rules, I couldnât contact any staff from there. I have lost all the connections with them, and I wouldnât dare to contact them.â She sobbed. I wanted to go further. I wanted to get more information out of her, thinking of Gideonâs state, meaningful glance at me, which told me to stop but Ty dad had a âOkay. Thank you for your time. We are kaving now. Probably I donât have to tell you to keep our visit secret if you donât want us to visit you again. I got to know about your lovely family, if you know what I mean.â
âI wonât say a word.â She shook hear head quickly, while her voice trailed off again.
âGoodâ Then he motioned to me to allow him. I walked after him, and as soon as we stepped out of the house, we quickened our steps back to my car. We had a connection with the police, of course, but we didnât want to mess with them too much.
I turned on the engine, then I drove away. When we were on the way, I glanced at my father a few times. He looked weird somehow, I had enough of the silence, so I pulled down on the side of the