My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1864

"Well, you guessed it right. We did find the real murderer." Jefferson smiled coldly and then disclosed, "My colleague found the weapon used for the murder, which was a necktie, in Pablo's house. The victim was killed in the living room of Pablo's house."

"Well, as I said, I'm not the killer, but that b*stard." Salman felt relieved and sat in a relaxed posture. "You actually believed him and suspected me. However, I know you're just doing your job, so I won't blame you. Now, can I go home?"

Jefferson smirked. "I'm sorry! I'm afraid you won't be able to go home for decades."

"I didn't kill anyone. Why aren't you letting me go? What do you want?" Salman thought for a moment and then added, "Did Pablo offer you some benefits and asked you to frame me for the murder?"

"Tell me, do you think Pablo is stupid?" asked Jefferson.

Salman replied, "He's certainly not stupid. He's a cunning man."

"Since he isn't stupid, why didn't he destroy the evidence after committing the murder? Instead, he left the weapon in his wardrobe at home. Isn't he making it too convenient for us to find it and prove that he had committed the murder?" Jefferson retorted.

Salman answered, "Maybe he thought that you won't be able to find it, or that the body would never be discovered. That's why he's so reckless."

"You're the one who disposed of the body on the rooftop, right?" Jefferson questioned.

Salman replied, "As I mentioned, I didn't know that it was a corpse."

Jefferson analyzed. "You didn't know that there was a corpse in the bag. Then, a month later, when you went to the rooftop to clean up, the bag was broken and the body had decayed. That was how you found out that there was a body and you called the police. Well, that sounds reasonable."

Salman's expression changed. "Captain Hefner, what do you mean by that?"

"You mentioned you are uneducated and unskilled, but you know that the surveillance recordings will only be kept in record for a month at most," Jefferson sneered.

Salman looked panicked, but he still pretended to be calm and defended, "I'm not a technician. I have never learned about it. How would I know?"

"My colleague just checked it," Jefferson revealed. "You've asked a question on a certain website a month ago, asking how long does it take for surveillance footage to be erased. Are you still saying that you know nothing about this?"

Salman panicked. "How can you be sure that I was the one who asked this question online?"

"Of course I can, it's based on evidence." Jefferson pointed at the big screen on the wall and directed, "Look at it yourself."

"I... Even if I've asked the question, what does it prove? Can it prove that I have killed someone?" Salman was so anxious that he wanted to stand up, but his legs had already gone weak.

"I've interrogated countless criminals, but you're the first who had so much to say." Jefferson pointed at the big screen on the wall once again and continued, "This was the surveillance footage from a month ago when you entered Pablo's house on the day of the murder."

"How could it be? The surveillance footage should have been overwritten in a month... Why is it still..." Salman gathered himself as he argued, "I mentioned I would go to Pablo's house three days a week to clean up the house. It's not a surprise that I would show up at his house."

"Yes, you're right, but the victim also went to Pablo's house on the same day and never left again." Jefferson paused for a few seconds deliberately and then continued, "The most important thing is that Pablo didn't go home that day. He only came home the night after."

Jefferson's words made Salman swallow his words. Then, Salmon immediately asserted. "Even if what you said is true, can it be proved that I committed the murder? Captain Hefner, you should show evidence, not just wild guesses." Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Thank you for reminding me, Mr. Zellweger." Jefferson slammed the table with his large palm and scolded sternly, "We found your DNA on the necktie that was used to kill the victim. How are you going to explain this?"

"I- I..." Salman was so anxious that he stuttered for a long time. He gave another excuse. "I told you that I would go to Pablo's house three times a week. It's no surprise to find my traces in his house."

"Well, you're right. This can't be used as evidence. Do you want to know what can be used as evidence to prove that you're the murderer?" Jefferson asked calmly.

"It's impossible for you to find evidence of my murder." As soon as he said that, Salman realized that he had spilled the beans. However, he was not afraid. They still couldn't prove that he was the murderer.

Jefferson slowly explained, "Pablo is 50 years old, and his son is only 10 years old. There was a rumor that he couldn't bear any child, but somehow he has a son. The Paramount Criminal Police Team was curious about this, so we found his ex-wife and asked her to do a DNA test for her son. The result was somehow unexpected, yet reasonable."

Salman burst into a rage at the mention of Pablo's son. He roared, "Pablo was the one who committed the murder. Why are you investigating his son?"

Jefferson continued calmly. "Mr. Zellweger, you're so angry because the child is yours. Don't deny it. You can't deny it either. Not only did Madam Adams admit the relationship between the two of you, but DNA tests also show that you're his father."

Salman kept quiet.

"The day before the murder, Pablo went to find Sandy Adams and her son and beat them up. You found out about it and indicated that you would kill Pablo," Jefferson carried on.

"Yes, Pablo is just a f*cking animal! If he has the balls, he should just come at me. Why did he have to bully Sandy and my son? I've wanted him dead for a long time." Salman couldn't hold on any longer when it came to the mother and son. "Twenty years ago, I found out that Pablo was the one who planned Yannis' death and I was going to call the police. But when Pablo heard about it, he sent his wife to my bed..."

Tears slowly welled up in Salman's eyes. He cried out, "Sandy is a good woman, but she had no choice. She could only obey Pablo's orders. All these years, Pablo have been using her to control me."

"You have a grudge against Pablo, but why did you kill someone else?" asked Jefferson.

Salman confessed, "I didn't want to kill anyone else. The victim showed up at the wrong timing. I set a trap for Pablo, but it was already too late when I found out that it wasn't Pablo who got killed..."