My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1877

The person in charge of the area was Gordan Ziglar. He had a big-bellied figure and a half-bald head, which were all in line with the characteristics of a 'boss' in his forties.

As the owner and the person in charge, of course, he had to stand up for his dead staff. In fact, he was quite proactive in it as he went to appease the family members of the deceased, and assisted the police in investigating the case.

As soon as the police officers had arrived, Gordan welcomed them by serving them tea and greeted, "Captain Hefner, just tell me whoever you want to interrogate. I have already ordered my subordinates to cooperate with the investigation. I also ordered them to say what they know honestly so that we do justice for the deceased as soon as possible."

"Mr. Ziglar, you'd better put away your expensive tea. We are all public servants, and we're not used to drinking them. You shouldn't waste such good tea." Staring at the greasy and humble Gordan, Jefferson couldn't help but feel that something was amiss. It was a hot day, and everyone was wearing short sleeves. But Gordan was wearing a neatly buttoned up, black long- sleeved shirt. It was evident that there was no ventilation through his collar nor his sleeves. "Mr. Ziglar, don't you feel warm wearing a long sleeve shirt with all the buttons buttoned up?"

Gordan was obviously stunned upon hearing Jefferson's question. Soon after, he immediately replied, "Well, I wore this for work. Otherwise, I wouldn't dress like on such a hot day."

Jefferson scrutinized Gordan and asked in a more domineering tone, "Mr. Ziglar, where were you, and what were you doing between 10:00 p.m. and 12:00 a.m. on the day before yesterday?"

Gordan answered, "I would help my son with his homework from 8 p.m. to 11 p.m. every day and I'll try to put him to sleep before 12 a.m.. It was the same last night."

Gordan answered very quickly as if he had practiced it countless times before. That roused Jefferson's suspicion, but he could not rule out the possibility that he really was doing that same routine every day, and that was why he could reply so smoothly.

Jefferson continued to ask, "Can we also have a word with your wife?"

Gordan smiled awkwardly and responded, "My wife works out of town, and she normally comes home during the weekends or the holidays. She usually isn't at home, that's why I'm responsible for taking care of our son."

"How old is your son?" Jefferson questioned.

Gordan answered in full detail, "He's ten years old. He's a sensible and clever child."

Jefferson nodded and informed, "Got it. Can you please follow us back to the station for a physical examination?" RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Upon hearing that, Gordan began to panic. To be exact, he was already panicking when Jefferson was continually asking him questions. Thus, his forehead was covered in beads of cold sweat.

Gordan stammered, "Wh-what kind of examination do you mean?"

"Just a regular physical examination." Jefferson slapped him on the shoulder, which made Gordan hiss in pain. However, he tried to endure it and calm himself down.

"Mr. Ziglar, as long as you didn't do anything wrong, you don't have to worry about anything. But if you're hiding something, then the consequences will be completely different," Jefferson added.

Gordan took two steps back and refused, "I don't want to do the physical examination."

"I suspect that you have something to do with Shermaine's death so we'll have to get your DNA sample to run some tests. It's not up to you to decide whether you want to go or not." Jefferson notified.

Then, Jefferson ordered one of his subordinates to take Gordan back to the Criminal Police Team and handed him over to Adrienne.

In fact, Jefferson didn't want Adrienne to conduct a physical examination on another man.

She would have to look at a random naked middle-aged man with such a bad figure. What if Little Specky suffered from a trauma because of it? Jefferson thought.

Soon, Jefferson thought of an idea. After the case was solved, he would do something to make her forget Gordan's horrible figure, and at the same time, let her know how excellent her man was.

Fortunately, when Adrienne was examining Gordan's body, she treated his body like any other specimen. Other than the inspection routine, she didn't bat another eye at Gordan.

That pleased Jefferson a lot.

After all, Gordan's body was paunchy. How could it compare to his perfect figure?

However, for some unknown reason, Jefferson still felt uncomfortable, so he followed Adrienne, who had just completed her evidence collection, back to her office. "Can I ask you a question, Dr. Carter?"

"All the samples have already been sent to the laboratory, but the results will only be out at least three hours later so I can't answer any of your questions right now." Adrienne thought that Jefferson followed her to her office because he was eager to know the results, so she answered without looking back.

Jefferson raised his eyebrows and uttered unpleasantly, "I didn't come here to talk about that."

Adrienne finally looked back at him, "What do you want to ask me then?"

What did he want to ask her about?

He wanted to ask... Forget it. His Little Specky definitely wouldn't have any inappropriate thoughts about an unattractive man like Gordan. Jefferson changed the topic and said, "I just wanted to tell you to hand me the report immediately after it's out."

"Okay." Adrienne simply replied and got back to work.

Then, Jefferson took away the document in her hand and instructed, "I want you to put everything aside and have a meal with me now."

"Since I have three hours of idle time, I want to use them to find some clues to narrow the scope of the search for the murderer." When she faintly felt that Jefferson's expression was changing, she quickly continued, "And the thing is I'm still not hungry."

In addition to not sleeping the whole night, Adrienne hadn't eaten a meal for more than ten hours since she took charge of the case. How dare she said that she wasn't hungry? If she went on like that, she would become a walking skeleton very soon.

Jefferson emphasized, "Listen here, Little Specky. I'm asking you to accompany me. I didn't ask whether you're hungry or not. Do you get me?"

Adrienne was speechless.

Jefferson was being overbearing once again. What a headache. "All right, I'll go with you," Adrienne decided to give in.

Right after completing the autopsy, Adrienne was immediately tasked to conduct a physical examination on Gordan. Needless to say, she had lost her appetite a little. Hence, Jefferson ordered a few bland dishes, including some minestrone.

In fact, he had made a phone call in advance to make a reservation, so the dishes were served almost right after they had taken their seats.

He served Adrienne some soup, which was rare of him, as he said, "Little Specky, here, drink some

soup first."

However, not only did Adrienne not reach out to take the soup he had handed over, she wasn't listening to him either. She suddenly commented, "If the person who sexually assaulted Shermaine was Gordan, he would probably admit that he had sexually assaulted her, but he would definitely deny killing her. If that was the case, we won't be able to do anything about it as we still have no direct evidence to prove that Gordan was the murderer. Therefore, we must find the crime scene of the murder and the location where the corpse was dealt with as soon as possible."

"Three groups of people are trying their best to find the location where the corpse was disposed of. You don't have to worry about this yourself." Realizing that he was brought into the topic of work, Jefferson swore in a low voice and continued, "Let's not talk about work while we're eating. It's ruining my appetite."