Chapter 678: 222: Sylvia Thompson never expected this! _5
 

According to Edward Thompson’s account.

If Sylvia Thompson was waiting for him downstairs promptly at nine o’clock, and they both walked together for a while before Sylvia asked him to fetch the bread, then subtracting the ten minutes for the walk, 9:10 would be the perfect time to watch. However, just to be safe, Viola Thompson decided to adjust the video to 9:05.

Soon, Viola spotted that figure again.

It seems.

Her guess is very likely correct.

After all, the timing matched perfectly.

After saving both videos, Viola turned off the light and went to bed.

She had spent the whole day tending to Edward Thompson’s affairs.

It was already past one in the morning.

She was exhausted and tired.

The next morning at half-past five, Viola’s biological clock woke her up. She first went down to the garden and jogged for an hour with bread, then she went upstairs to wash up and prepare for breakfast.

Just as she was about to eat her breakfast, she received a call from Ling.

Ling told her that the forensic results were out and asked Viola to come over.

Viola grabbed a piece of bread and hurried out.

Seeing her rush out, Mrs. Thompson said, “What’s the rush that doesn’t even allow her to finish her meal? What if she starves her stomach?”

Mrs. Thompson and Viola were the earliest risers in the Thompson Clan.

The two would sit down for breakfast promptly at seven o’clock in the morning. The others of the Thompson Clan would not gather at the table until eight o’clock, and then they would set off for the office.

“It’s alright Grandmother, I’ve got to run. We’ll keep in touch,” Viola said, heading out. Because she was in a hurry, she didn’t take her own car, but had the driver drop her off at the police station instead.

The morning traffic in Capital City was a bit congested.

But it wasn’t a big deal.

Half an hour later, their vehicle pulled up at the police station.

Viola stepped out of the car.

She was familiar with the police station and headed straight to Ling’s office.

Seeing Viola, Ling stood up and greeted her with a smile, “Miss Thompson, you’re here.”

Viola nodded slightly.

Ling continued, “Three very important pieces of information. First, the hair strand was confirmed to be from a wig. Second, our colleagues found a third person’s footprint at the crime scene. After comparing the size of the footprints, we found that it matches with Afra Gracen. That is to say, Afra Gracen was at the crime scene! Third, the shopping bag containing the kitchen knife was traced back to Afra Gracen, who bought a luxury item with it.”

Afra Gracen has now become the second suspect.

“We’ve summoned Afra Gracen,” informed Ling.

Viola squinted her eyes slightly and shared her discovery.

The two surveillance footage coincided perfectly with the discovery of the wig hair strands found in James’ corpse and the trash can in the bathroom.

If the killer was Afra Gracen, then why would there be strands of fake wig hair in on James’s body and at the crime scene?

Could it be?

There were two killers!

After watching the videos, Ling analyzed, “If this person is really Sylvia Thompson in disguise, then why does Maureen Fitzell keep insisting that she was with Sylvia Thompson the whole time?”

The police also conducted an investigation on Maureen Fitzell.

Maureen Fitzell’s records were excellent; she was a model student throughout her life. Her teachers and friends all spoke highly of her.

Maureen Fitzell did indeed spend the whole night at home, and she was together with Sylvia Thompson during the day. She had no conflicts with James. Logically speaking, Maureen Fitzell should not be lying.

Viola turned her gaze subtly, “Is it possible that Sylvia Thompson drugged Maureen Fitzell, causing her to fall into a temporary coma?”

At this point, Ling narrowed her eyes, “That’s not entirely impossible.”

After saying that, Ling continued, “Let me first arrange to check if there is such person living in the Fragrant Garden Community.”

If there indeed was such a person living in the Fragrant Garden Community, then Viola’s hypothesis would become irrelevant.

“Okay.” Viola nodded slightly, “I checked the surveillance for the whole next day, and that person never came and left. If the person does exist, they should still be in the community.”

If they couldn’t locate the person.

It meant that.

This matter was definitely related to Sylvia Thompson.

Ling immediately arranged it.

Soon, Ian’s voice rang out in the room, “Ling.”

“What happened?” Ling put down the files in her hands and looked up at Ian.

Ian said, “Afra Gracen is here, in the interrogation room.”

“Ok.” Ling nodded, turned to Viola, “Miss Thompson, let’s go.”