Chapter 238
The owner of the restaurant was brought back for questioning.
They shoved him into the interrogation room.
Janet went in to talk to him first.
The owner sat stiffly behind the table. There was a mixed expression of anger and panic on his face.
âWhat is this all about!â he cried furiously, âI told you everything already! Why did you bring me in here? I didnât do anything wrong!â
Janet sat down across the table, âYou havenât given me the whole picture.
âThat is the whole picture. What else do you wantâ¦â
âWe believe that Mr. Keavy was poisoned, and you have something to do with it, said Janet icily.
The ownerâs jaw dropped. He started sweating.
âWâWhat? That is ridiculous! Mr. Keavy died of an allergy. Everybody knew that.
You canât dump that shit on my headâ¦. It has been 5 years alreadyâ¦â
âYou wonât be falsely charged with anything if you are innocent!â Janet snapped, âSo tell me what really happened that night!â
The owner shifted uneasily in his chair as though he were sitting on a thrones.
âI told you everything alreadyâ¦â he shook his head hastily, âMr. Keavy died out of allergyâ¦I have nothing to do with itâ¦â
They were talking in circles.
But Janet could tell by the look on his face that he was hiding something.
The only question was was he hiding his own crime?
Or was he covering for somebody else?
She leaned her upper body forward, staring at the owner across the table, and asked,
âDo you
know Lady Agnes?â
There was a black look on the ownerâs face, âLady Agnes? Who is that?â
His facial expression looked sincere.
He really didnât know who Agnes was.
Janet sat back in her chair, pondering.
Did she get this wrong?
But all the evidence showed that Agnes poisoned Elder Randy and Elder Randy and Keavy shared the same symptom.
So which part did she miss?
Just then, the door to the interrogation room flung open and Clemente came striding
into the room with a file in their hand.
He slammed the file on the table in front of the owner and snapped, âLook what we just found! Are you still going to deny what you did?â
With a trembling hand, the owner turned the cover and opened the file.
The first page listed his online shopping records for the past 6 months: duck tapes, ropes, sleeping pills, and detergentâ¦
Everything a serial killer needed for the work.
The second page was a photo captured by a surveillance camera. It documented a car
accident that happened on the same night that Keavy died.
The owner sunk, weakâkneed, into his chair.
âYou and your wife arenât exactly the perfect couple, are you?â Clemente looked down at the owner coldly, âWaiters from your restaurant told us that you threatened to kill her. And your online shopping record proved that inclination.â The owner gulped, nervously, âWhat I like to buy with my own money is my own business⦠And that waiter who spoke with you is a lying piece of shit-â
âYou are still lying!â
Clemente banged the table with his hand, âDo you want us to bring in your wife as well? And see what she has to say about this evidence?!â
The owner shivered, âNoâ¦No donât get her in hereâ¦Pleaseâ¦
âThen just spit it already!â
The owner mopped his forehead with the back of his hand, looking even more tensed
ââ¦Fine! Alright?â he snarled abruptly, âMy wife is a skanky old cunt! I did think about itâ¦once or twiceâ¦of killing herâ¦â
Janet looked at the man with disgust.
It was like what they saidâIt was always the husband.
âBUT!â the owner roared, âThat was just a thought! I never put it into action! My wife is still alive, and you just saw her earlier today. You canât punish a man for having evil thoughts!â
âAre you sure that you never put it to action?â Clemente asked in an intimidating voice, âThen explain this car accident. It was your car. And it happened 5 years ago, on the same night that Keavy died, at 6:45, which was the exact time that you left the restaurant and were heading to Keavyâs house. Why did you exclude it from your
testimony!â
The owner shook like a leaf in the strong wind, âIâ¦I didnât think it was relevantâ¦
âLIE!â
Clemente roared as he braced his hands on the table, leaning forward, and stared at the owner with iceâcold eyes.
âWe have a theory already,â Clemente said through gritting teeth. âAnd we are going to do more digging. Sooner or later, the evidence we find will convict you. The only question is are you going to tell us the truth now and plead for mercy or are you going to keep on lying and be sentenced to death eventually? YOUR CHOICE!â
His roar echoed in the interrogation room.
The ownerâs face was paled with frigid.
After a long pause, he suddenly burst into tears.
âDonâtâ¦Donât kill me! PLEASE!â he wailed, âI have a career! A daughter! A whole family to support! And I didnât mean itâ¦It was an accidentâ¦â
âWhat accident! What happened!â Clemente growled.
âIâ¦I poisoned the foodâ¦5 years agoâ¦â the owner sobbed.
Janetâs heart shot upwards into her throat.
He admitted it!
âYou poisoned Keavy?!â Clemente cried in rage, âWHY! My brother never wronged you in his entire life-â
âNO! Not Mr. Keavy! Iâ¦I was actually meaning to kill my wife!â the owner choked. âThat nightâ¦I left the restaurant with two bags of foodâ¦One was for Mr. Keavy and that one was clean⦠And the other was for my wife, poisonedâ¦â
âThen how did the poisoned one end up in Keavyâs hand?â Janet couldnât help but
ask.
The owner gave a shudder, âIt was raining heavily that nightâ¦IâI hit someone on the way to Mr. Keavyâs house. I got out of the car too hastily to check the person being hit⦠Maybeâ¦.Maybe the two bags of food got swapped during that processâ¦â âYou didnât label the poisoned one?!â
âI did!â the owner cried desperately, âThe poisoned one had a red little sticker on the bag! I even doubleâchecked to make sure that the food I gave to Mr. Keavy was the one without the red stickerâ¦But stillâ¦When I saw that my wife was still breathing after dinner, I knew instantly that I got it wrongâ¦IâI fucked upâ¦â
He melted down and cried.
Janet let out a shaky breath.
So it was clear now.
The owner meant to kill his wife on that night.
But because of a car accident, the food got mixed up and he accidentally gave the poisoned one to Keavy.
Clementeâs brother died because of a stupid mistake.
Soâ¦was this the whole truth?
âIâI am not going to be sentenced to death, am I?â the owner cried urgently, âIt was an accident! A mistake! You canât punish someone for making a mistake!!â
Clemente straightened his back and stormed out of the interrogation room.
Janet ran after him, âClemente!â
He strode down the hallway and then suddenly halted to a sharp stop.
Janet almost bumped into his back.
Clemente wheeled around and held her in his arms, tightly.
ââ¦Thank you,â he murmured in a broken voice.
âClementeâ¦
âIf it werenât for you, I would still be in the dark right now,â he choked. âYou pushed
me to investigate. You unveiled the truth. I owe you for a lifetimeâ¦Janetâ¦
Janet patted his back, âDonât say that. You did most of the work. Keavy would be very glad.â
But deep down in her heart, she was still confused.
Nothing about Agnes came up.
Was Agnes really clean?
Or did she miss something down the road?
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