《Revival Factory & Other Novellas》Eureka Feminine (Ch.27)
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In the interrogation room Turner looked devastated and stunned from O'Connell's confession of the event.
"Has this got anything to do with you? Old man? O'Connell snapped, not even trying to remember his name which he had told earlier.
"More than you can imagine. Do you know that two bodies were found from your house? One male and one female?"
"I know it-"
"But do you know, cops hadn’t been telling you the whole truth just to check what you would to say. I think you've made them think unusually so they made me come here and have some talk with you." Turner fixed eyes at down to earth man, "Someone else had been found unconscious outside your house. He isn’t suspected because he once was a homeless gypsy turned into an undertaker. He's again a gypsy now. Seriously, how can anyone doubt a man who didn’t have any idea where he was sleeping?"
"Who are you talking about?"
Turner took a long breath, "He's me."
"What the hell were you doing then? What made you think a chaotic house was best area to take nap at? Did you see attacker escape then? Gypsy…"
"You want to know about the caller more than it, don’t you?"
O'Connell nod.
"After hearing you, I have deduced who had called you and who was the person who attacked you and killed your mother last night."
"What is this?" Keaton questioned himself after hearing O'Connell. The microphone hadn’t been deactivated. Only one man belonging to TPD had heard the entire perspective of O'Connell and he was Keaton.
Keaton remembered how Warner and rest of his unit hadn't found any prosthetic mask or paper notes mentioned by O'Connell. How could they find them when Keaton had taken them and put it in a different briefcase?
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"He's committed suicide…" O'Connell answer still echoed in his ears even though he had headphone on his ears.
Turner…keep asking….I also need to know who this woman is. I want to know who this woman is? I also want to know why she called him…
Then Turner leaned forward to speak.
"Come on…I want you to speak. Your mic is on too."
Some stressful seconds later he had started to hear what Turner had to say.
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