Beyond the Divorce

Bombarding Them with Questions

I became cold and arrogant. While I was nervous during their first visit, I also felt resentful this time. The cops‘ attitudes, expressions, and tone annoyed me.

I’m curious, officers. What exactly are you investigating? Although I’m not a professional, I know you’ve missed some crucial questions, I don’t know if you intentionally avoided asking them or if you already have the answers,” I spoke with skepticism.

After a pause, I asked. “Why didn’t you ask me what Kennedy wanted to tell me?”

Immediately after asking that question, I stared at the officer to observe his reaction. As expected, he

was speechless.

The other officer awkwardly said, “That’s what we wanted to ask you next.”

Then let me ask you two something. Did you overlook this question on your previous visit? Or did you avoid asking it? Maybe you already know what he wanted to tell me?” My follow–up questions were

assertive.

I continued questioning. “Since this case involves me, can I know why you’re investigating the cause of Kennedy’s death? Didn’t you say it was a drunk driving accident? If it were, is it necessary to question

who he contacted before dying?”

The two officers glanced at each other again, and I knew my questions had affected them.

“You don’t need to know because it’s confidential. You only need to cooperate with our investigation,” the

older officer said impatiently.

However, it further annoyed me. I became sterner, saying, “Have you considered how your actions will impact me? You came to my company in uniform to question me. As a person involved in this matter, I

have the right to know what’s happening.

They exchanged glances again and were about to retort, but I interrupted them again.

“You’ve come here twice for questioning but won’t tell me why. It makes me anxious, and I can’t eat or sleep properly. Don’t you realize that? I was unyielding as I stared at the two officers

“We’re only conducting routine inquiries. Please don’t feel pressured,” the younger officer said smilingly.

His tone became more relaxed and respectful

1 knew my words had affected them, so I continued, “I want to know if Kennedy died in a car accident, as

you said. According to you, it was a freak accident. If so, why are you still investigating, and why did he

die immediately after requesting to meet me?

“I’m losing my mind here. What world do we live in where people die for nothing? Am I also in danger?”

I cleverly formed my questions, hoping to get clues from the cops. After all, Kennedy was about to tell me about Atlas, yet the former died on his way to meet me. Anyone would find that highly unsettling. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Can we ask you another question then?” the older officer asked.

“Go ahead. I can’t refuse since you’re already here, right?” I kept my sharp attitude.

I knew I needed to be assertive. After all, the cops treated me like a suspect when they came in. However, my firm demeanor demanded their respect.

“So, what’s your relationship with Mr. Atlas?”

“We’re good friends and business partners.” I shrugged and spread my hands, answering calmly. I guessed they might be embarrassed to pry because it would be intrusive.

“Then what kind of information do you want about him?” Finally, I heard the crucial question and couldn’t

help but smile.

“I think you’ve finally hit the mark,” I praised the officers, “You should’ve asked this key question the last

time you came.”

I glanced at them arrogantly before answering their question. I wanted to use this chance to gauge the