Xo Novel
Chapter 238
Chapter 238
The owner of the restaurant was brought back for questioning.
They shoved him into the interrogation room.
Janet went in to talk to him first.
The owner sat stiffly behind the table. There was a mixed expression of anger and panic on his face.
“What is this all about!” he cried furiously, “I told you everything already! Why did you bring me in here?
I didn’t do anything wrong!”
Janet sat down across the table, “You haven’t given me the whole picture.
“That is the whole picture. What else do you want…”
“We believe that Mr. Keavy was poisoned, and you have something to do with it, said Janet icily.
The owner’s jaw dropped. He started sweating.
“W–What? That is ridiculous! Mr. Keavy died of an allergy. Everybody knew that.
You can’t dump that shit on my head…. It has been 5 years already…”
“You won’t be falsely charged with anything if you are innocent!” Janet snapped, “So tell me what really
happened that night!”
The owner shifted uneasily in his chair as though he were sitting on a thrones.
“I told you everything already…” he shook his head hastily, “Mr. Keavy died out of allergy…I have
nothing to do with it…”
They were talking in circles.
But Janet could tell by the look on his face that he was hiding something.
The only question was was he hiding his own crime?
Or was he covering for somebody else?
She leaned her upper body forward, staring at the owner across the table, and asked,
“Do you
know Lady Agnes?”
There was a black look on the owner’s face, “Lady Agnes? Who is that?”
His facial expression looked sincere.
He really didn’t know who Agnes was.
Janet sat back in her chair, pondering.
Did she get this wrong?
But all the evidence showed that Agnes poisoned Elder Randy and Elder Randy and Keavy shared the
same symptom.
So which part did she miss?
Just then, the door to the interrogation room flung open and Clemente came striding
into the room with a file in their hand.
He slammed the file on the table in front of the owner and snapped, “Look what we just found! Are you
still going to deny what you did?”
With a trembling hand, the owner turned the cover and opened the file.
The first page listed his online shopping records for the past 6 months: duck tapes, ropes, sleeping
pills, and detergent…
Everything a serial killer needed for the work.
The second page was a photo captured by a surveillance camera. It documented a car
accident that happened on the same night that Keavy died.
The owner sunk, weak–kneed, into his chair.
“You and your wife aren’t exactly the perfect couple, are you?” Clemente looked down at the owner
coldly, “Waiters from your restaurant told us that you threatened to kill her. And your online shopping
record proved that inclination.” The owner gulped, nervously, “What I like to buy with my own money is
my own business… And that waiter who spoke with you is a lying piece of shit-”
“You are still lying!”
Clemente banged the table with his hand, “Do you want us to bring in your wife as well? And see what
she has to say about this evidence?!”
The owner shivered, “No…No don’t get her in here…Please…
“Then just spit it already!”
The owner mopped his forehead with the back of his hand, looking even more tensed
1. up.
“…Fine! Alright?” he snarled abruptly, “My wife is a skanky old cunt! I did think about it…once or
twice…of killing her…”
Janet looked at the man with disgust.
It was like what they said–It was always the husband.
“BUT!” the owner roared, “That was just a thought! I never put it into action! My wife is still alive, and
you just saw her earlier today. You can’t punish a man for having evil thoughts!”
“Are you sure that you never put it to action?” Clemente asked in an intimidating voice, “Then explain
this car accident. It was your car. And it happened 5 years ago, on the same night that Keavy died, at
6:45, which was the exact time that you left the restaurant and were heading to Keavy’s house. Why
did you exclude it from your
testimony!”
The owner shook like a leaf in the strong wind, “I…I didn’t think it was relevant…
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Clemente roared as he braced his hands on the table, leaning forward, and stared at the owner with
ice–cold eyes.
“We have a theory already,” Clemente said through gritting teeth. “And we are going to do more
digging. Sooner or later, the evidence we find will convict you. The only question is are you going to tell
us the truth now and plead for mercy or are you going to keep on lying and be sentenced to death
eventually? YOUR CHOICE!”
His roar echoed in the interrogation room.
The owner’s face was paled with frigid.
After a long pause, he suddenly burst into tears.
“Don’t…Don’t kill me! PLEASE!” he wailed, “I have a career! A daughter! A whole family to support!
And I didn’t mean it…It was an accident…”
“What accident! What happened!” Clemente growled.
“I…I poisoned the food…5 years ago…” the owner sobbed.
Janet’s heart shot upwards into her throat.
He admitted it!
“You poisoned Keavy?!” Clemente cried in rage, “WHY! My brother never wronged you in his entire
life-”
“NO! Not Mr. Keavy! I…I was actually meaning to kill my wife!” the owner choked. “That night…I left the
restaurant with two bags of food…One was for Mr. Keavy and that one was clean… And the other was
for my wife, poisoned…”
“Then how did the poisoned one end up in Keavy’s hand?” Janet couldn’t help but
ask.
He melted down and cried.
Janet let out a shaky breath.
So it was clear now.
The owner meant to kill his wife on that night.
But because of a car accident, the food got mixed up and he accidentally gave the poisoned one to
Keavy.
Clemente’s brother died because of a stupid mistake.
So…was this the whole truth?
Clemente straightened his back and stormed out of the interrogation room.
Janet ran after him, “Clemente!”
He strode down the hallway and then suddenly halted to a sharp stop.
Janet almost bumped into his back.
Clemente wheeled around and held her in his arms, tightly.
“…Thank you,” he murmured in a broken voice.
“Clemente…
“If it weren’t for you, I would still be in the dark right now,” he choked. “You pushed
me to investigate. You unveiled the truth. I owe you for a lifetime…Janet…
Janet patted his back, “Don’t say that. You did most of the work. Keavy would be very glad.”
But deep down in her heart, she was still confused.
Nothing about Agnes came up.
Was Agnes really clean?
Or did she miss something down the road?