In the police station, Bill drank double the coffee to stay awake and had the officers take Winnie back to the holding cell, stopping the interrogation. He then questioned the two officers in charge of the interrogation, but the results were disappointing.
Winnie had an incredibly strong mental fortitude. No matter how they interrogated her, her expression remained calm. Bill had been observing her pupils during the interrogation but still got nothing.
“I’ve seen this type of suspect before. They’ve been doing this for too many years, so their conscience and morals have been numbed. They constantly self-hypnotize themselves with a clean memory to suppress the truth. That’s how they can appear so calm during an interrogation-they truly don’t think they’ve done anything wrong,” Bill explained to the young officers.
He then added, “Of course, we can’t wrongly accuse anyone. If we don’t have any new evidence by tomorrow, we’ll have to let her go!”
Both officers nodded. One of them asked, “If time is of the essence, why did we suddenly stop the interrogation?”
Bill checked his watch and nodded. “It’s one in the morning now. Let’s give her two hours of rest before we launch another interrogation. At that time, she should be at her most exhausted state, and it’ll perhaps lead to a breakthrough!”
Realization dawned on the two officers. If the suspect was on guard, the interrogation would be ineffective no matter what methods they used. Bill had no plans to sleep that night.
By the time dawn broke, Bill and the two officers were all yawning, but the interrogation record in the case file gave no valuable leads. They had hoped the interrogation would reveal some flaws in Winnie’s story, which they could use to find evidence. Unfortunately, it seemed that plan wasn’t working.
“Mr. Chapman, when it’s time to hand things over to the afternoon shift, we might have to release her!” one of the officers said. Bill nodded. “We have to follow the law. It is what it is.”
As this was not good news, Bill hesitated for a few minutes before finally calling Lucian to tell him about it. Lucian had just woken up, and on the phone, they discussed some details that Roxanne had remembered from the night before..
“Hmm, what was Ms. Jarvis’ mother doing when she was frequently out for a long time? This is very suspicious!” Bill captured the key point at once.
Lucian had noted this as well the night before. He had asked Roxanne, but she didn’t know anything about it.
“Mr. Farwell, have Ms. Jarvis try to remember more details. Maybe she can recall some important memories. I will talk to the forensic team today and see if we can find any other clues,” Bill said quickly before hanging up without giving Lucian a chance to thank him.
Meanwhile, Roxanne had just dropped off the three kids at school and returned home.
When she saw her husband’s worried expression, she managed a smile and said softly, “I can’t be so panicked anymore. Maybe if I calm down, I can remember more details.”
Lucian nodded and walked up to her, hugging her tightly. As Roxanne savored the warmth of her husband’s embrace, she felt safe and secure.
“Isn’t tomorrow the day of Madilyn’s wedding? I’m not in a rush anymore. After all, Winnie can’t possibly disappear into thin air. I’ll help Madilyn celebrate her big day first,” she murmured to herself.
