"When was the last time you saw Nicolas?"
Stacey was getting a little impatient when Peter mentioning me again and again. And she couldn't be alone with Jacky tonight.
She said, "I forgot when I met Nicolas. Does it have anything to do with this case?"
"Stacey, I'm just doing my job and asking you a question!"
Peter had a serious expression and rarely yelled at Stacey.
Stacey frowned and thought hard.
"The last time I saw him was before my vacation. Seven days ago."
After a pause, she turned her head and said coldly.
"Could it be that Nicolas is related to the murderer? This beast! I knew he was not a good person!"
Peter looked through the case of Andy's tragic death five years ago. His face was grim and terrifying.
He turned off his phone, looked at Stacey, and rubbed his eyebrows.
He said, "The truth about Andy's death will probably come to light soon."
Stacey was a little excited.
In recent years, she had dreamed of finding the murderer who killed Andy.
When Stacey arrived at the crime scene, Andy had already been killed by the murderers. This was the pain that would haunt her for the rest of her life.
She said, "Peter, is there any new progress in that case? When did it happen?"
Peter pursed his lips, with his eyes flickering. "Not sure yet. We will see."
Stacey sighed. She tilted her head and looked out the window. Her eyes were sad.
It seemed that she was thinking of Andy again.
As soon as they arrived at the police station, Peter called the assistant over.
He asked, "When will the match result be available?"
"It's expedited. The results will be available in an hour," said the assistant.
"Show me the results first later," Peter specifically reminded.
The assistant nodded and turned back to work.
Stacey looked at Peter, who had a serious expression on his face, and was still dissatisfied with me.
She said, "Peter, could Nicolas really be an accomplice? He must be feeling guilty, so he turned off his phone. I'll contact him now."
Peter stared at angry Stacey and said meaningfully.
"Well, it's best if you can contact him."
Not only did this fail to wake up Stacey, but it made her even more convinced that I was an accomplice. She started calling me frantically.
My phone was turned off.
Stacey became increasingly impatient and sent me a message.
[Nicolas, if you have committed murder, come over here and turn yourself in! Don't waste police force!]