Accidental love II

Chapter 90 No New Evidence

"Not yet." Gavin replied, feeling depressed. Then he added, "They ask you to go to the police station."

"Okay, I will go to see those idiots." Marcus sneered.

Last time, they investigated him for a long time, but they failed to give him a clear explanation. Instead,

they were rendered speechless by him. Was it another farce this time?

Marcus frowned. Then he was pushed out of the office by Gavin.

In the interrogation room of the police station.

The white light shone on Marcus' handsome face, reflecting a faint shadow.

The two cops sitting across the table were the two who interrogated him last time. They were

suppressed by his strong aura last time. Today, they treated him mildly.

One of cops handed the identification report to Gavin, who was standing behind Marcus, motioned him

to check it, and said calmly, "Marcus, we compared the wheelchair you are using with the wheelchair

left at the murder scene and found that these two are exactly the same."

Marcus pursed his lips tightly. He smiled seemingly, which made people unable to guess his true

thoughts. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

"So?" He suddenly sneered.

Hearing his sarcasm, the cop straightened his jaw instantly. He looked so solemn.

Marcus was really hard to deal with. Last time he was so calm when the witness and physical evidence

were all available. Judging from his attitude today, it was also difficult to let him admit.

The cop took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and said in a deep voice, "Neither the wheelchair that

was thrown away nor the handkerchief left at the scene have no your fingerprints on it, but there are no

others’ fingerprints."

Marcus frowned and pulled a long face. His eyes were staring forward motionlessly.

"I want the conclusion!" His tone was tough.

The cop glanced at him and scolded him several times inwardly. As a criminal suspect, he was actually

so arrogant in the police station. Who did he think he was? Just because he was rich?

"Now it can only show that the murderer may be someone else, but you can't be ruled out." The cop

sneered. His tone was also tough.

As soon as he finished speaking, Marcus raised his eyebrows. A touch of mockery appeared at the

corner of his mouth. He calmly said, "My wheelchair was made in Chicago. Only there can make

exactly the same wheelchair. You can go there and investigate. I can let Gavin tell you the specific

address."

What he said was quite like commanding. In those cops’ eyes, it sounded harsher. They originally

wanted to be as polite as possible to him, but they didn't expect that he didn’t take them seriously. The

police couldn’t stand it.

"Marcus, I want to remind you that you are still a criminal suspect now." The cop said word by word,

"You must always be prepared to be summoned by the police. You can’t leave the city casually.”

The police's words angered Marcus. He pulled a long face, looking so gloomy and terrifying.

As he expected, this group of policemen tossed for a long time and still found nothing. Not only did they

fail to catch the real murderer, but they also continued to list him as the criminal suspect. It was so

stupid.

Marcus was silent for a few seconds. Then he asked sternly, "How long do you guys need to

investigate? A week or a month? Or, is it a year or ten years? I just wait to be summoned by you?"

"This is the law. You must abide by it!" The cop finally couldn't bear it. He showed his true face, and

suddenly raised his voice, trying to suppress Marcus.

Marcus frowned deeply. He exuded a sense of killing. His cold and tough tone made others feel creepy.

"The purpose of the law is to protect the property and freedom of citizens. You have wasted my tax

money. Now, you are trying to restrict my personal freedom. I think the people who break the law are

you!"

After finishing speaking, Marcus turned the wheelchair and left the interrogation room without waiting

for the police to reply, leaving only a domineering and decisive back.

The police were so furious. However, this time, they still couldn't find the right words to refute him.

Marcus and Gavin came out of the police station. Gavin pushed Marcus into the special luxury car and

then he sat in passenger seat. As the engine sounded, the black car began to drive towards the

Clinton’s.

As the car entered the road in front of the Clinton’s, Gavin saw a petite figure walking towards them

along the road from a distance. She walked very fast, looking like be exercising.