Female NovelChapter 573: Not Quite Comforted
Little did Cheyenne expect that when Gordon asked for her help, it was actually to visit the morgue and examine a body. She had been thinking about making a fortune today, but instead, she was greeted by a coffin. And to her astonishment, the man lying inside turned out to be Teagan Parry. He was definitely at the hospital yesterday.
The world truly is unpredictable, as no one knows what will happen in the next second. "Achoo!" Cheyenne suddenly sneezed, and in the next moment, like a butterfly effect, it triggered a synchronized action from the two men-taking off their jackets.
"Cheyenne, put this on," Kelvin said calmly, concealing his suppressed affection while eagerly awaiting Cheyenne's choice.
"Miss Lawrence, if you don't mind, you can wear mine. I just washed it yesterday," Gordon interjected, for some unknown reason, despite being a textbook straight guy.
Beside the three of them, Chris and the young police officer widened their eyes, secretly speculating on whose jacket Miss Lawrence would choose. The young police officer nudged Chris's arm with his elbow, wearing a proud grin, revealing his dazzling teeth under the light. Silly as it was, he extended two fingers in a gesture. Chris, unwilling to back down, extended one hand with all five fingers spread wide. The silent "betting" process between the two men unfolded before Cheyenne's eyes. She gently brushed aside a strand of chestnut hair from her temple, tucking it behind her ear. Her delicate hand gracefully extended under their gazes.
As Cheyenne's hand reached towards the jacket in Gordon's hands, Kelvin's heart felt a pang of sourness, his face growing stern.
Seizing the opportunity, he directly draped his jacket over Cheyenne's slender shoulders.
By the time she realized it, warmth had already enveloped her body.
The jacket carried his distinctive scent, diluting the pungent odor of the morgue. Cheyenne let out a sigh of relief, finally deciding not to remove the jacket.
The young police officer was furious about Mr. Foley's cheating behavior. He turned his head towards Chris and, in a voice only they could hear, through gritted teeth, said, "Your Mr. Foley is really cheeky!" Clearly, Miss Lawrence had already prepared to take Mr. Murillo's jacket. Not only did the nearly acquired $5, 000 disappear into thin air, but he even ended up paying $2,000!
This time, the roles reversed, and Chris became the one with an attitude. He patted the police officer's shoulder forcefully, intentionally comforting him, saying, "It's just $2, 000, not a big deal. Don't be so stingy You look like the sky is about to fall."
"It seems like I haven't been comforted," the officer replied.
Meanwhile, Cheyenne had fully immersed herself in her work and didn't pay attention to the childish conversation between the two men.
She held a long silver needle with her delicate hand, skillfully rotating it in front of the curious gazes of Kelvin and Gordon. The needle pierced Teagan's chest, brain, and stomach with nimble movements. After almost ten centimeters of the silver needle penetrated his body, Cheyenne waited for several minutes before gently pulling it out, pressing on his stiffening skin. "How is it?" Gordon eagerly asked.
Cheyenne presented the silver needle to him and shook her head. "You see, the color of the needle hasn't changed. He didn't die from poisoning."
The young police officer also noticed that the silver needle showed no signs of change. Reminded of the forensic analysis, he sighed with a melancholic expression.
"No wonder the forensic examiner said his death was suspicious. There isn't a trace of struggle on his body. It's as if he lay down on his own."
Wait, she had seen the photos and clues provided by Gordon. The bag containing the pool cue was at most
wide. Teagan, with a height of least 75 meters and a weight of 130 pounds, could never fit himself into such a small bag. Moreover, the most crucial point was that the
1.2 meters long and ters
zipper was closed from the outside.
Kelvin stood silently behind Cheyenne, listening attentively to their conversation while analyzing the situation in his mind. Suddenly, he proposed going to the Parry mansion.
"Go to the Parry mansion?" Gordon's usually cheerful demeanor faded, and he sighed. "It's useless. We've already been there and found nothing."
"A person doesn't just die for no reason. Even a falling leaf leaves traces of autumn. How can a living person disappear without a trace? Who knows, maybe we will discover something new?" Kelvin's voice trailed off, and Cheyenne nodded in agreement.
"I think Mr. Foley makes sense," Cheyenne said.
"Alright, let's go and take another look," Gordon agreed.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
[The Parry mansion.]
A two-story mansion decorated in the extravagant and luxurious style typical of wealthy individuals. The grand hall had a magnificent golden relief mural of the Madonna and Child, adorned with a layer of gold powder that emitted a radiant golden glow from a distance.
A spiraling wrought-iron staircase connected the upper and lower floors, and Teagan's room was the largest and located in the middle.
The wall between the bedroom and
the adjacent study had been
knocked down, creating a layout resembling a two-bedroom apartment. The bed in the bedroom was messy, with one slipper dropped in front of the bed and the other resting near the single sofa. A half-consumed bottle of French XO sat on the bedside table.
According to the housekeeper, Mr. Parry returned home the night before filled with anger. He locked himself in his room after grabbing a bottle of alcohol. The housekeepers didn't dare to disturb him and let him be.
The next morning, when they
wanted to clean the room and found
that Teagan was missing, they
assumed he had gone to the company himself. However, they later received a call from Teagan's assistant, stating that Mr. Parry hadn't gone to the office at all, and the cleaning was temporarily put on
hold.
"Alright, we understand. You can leave now," Gordon dismissed the housekeeper. He led the forensic team back into the room for another inspection.
Kelvin and Cheyenne found Teagan's study together. Much like most wealthy individuals' studies, it was filled with two large bookcases full of books. As for whether they had been read or not, Cheyenne didn't know.
Suddenly, she noticed a familiar book on the shelf. Cheyenne attempted to reach for it but frustratingly realized she couldn't reach due to her height. She stood on her tiptoes.
At that moment, a large hand reached over her head from behind and effortlessly took the book down. It was presented to her, and the man said, "Cheyenne, here you go."
Cheyenne lightly bit her lip and took the book, responding in a cold tone, "Thank you." This unfamiliar tone and attitude unsettled Kelvin.
Ever since they came back from the island, Cheyenne had been growing increasingly distant towards him. The feeling of being ignored wasn't pleasant, akin to thousands of ants gnawing at his heart. It wasn't a sharp pain, but a lingering discomfort that was hard to bear.