Super Rich Detective System
Eps. 122. Investigations
Mr. Adolf and Detective Carl immediately looked at Mrs Adolf, who was sitting down after putting a drink on the table.
Of course the woman was sitting next to Mr. Adolf.
“Are you sure you know Gaby Atwood?” ask Mr. Adolf to his wife.
He tried to remember it but did not remember the figure of the name referred to as their neighbor first.
Mr. Adolf was a newcomer here. Three years ago, they lived in Minnesota.
But Mr. Adolf is busy. He left early in the morning and came home late that made him this successful. But he was lacking time, even rarely went out let alone talk to neighbors, almost never.
He does not remember Gaby Atwood.
“You forgot. She's a girl who used to send her grandmother's chicken porridge to us,” explained Madam Adolf.
Mr. Adolf then tried to remember again, but still forgot the figure. Is his memory bad or has he forgotten?
“Really, I forgot.” he said, honestly.
Nyoya Adolf just clucked in response.
“So, can you explain how Gaby Atwood and Sarah Michelin are related?” ask Detective Carl, don't want to extend the time.
“They are just ordinary friends, despite the same age but different schools. Not near.”
“So, does the Madam know who Gaby Atwood's lover is?” ask Detective Carl directly.
The woman shook her head.
“Honey once,” Detective Carl said. Again he got no leads.
Maybe I should wait for the information from Leo. Why did he ask something that Madame Adolf clearly did not know and that was a waste of time.
“What was the last activity performed by your daughter the day before the incident?” Detective Carl looked at the couple in turn.
“Nothing strange. Sarah's been home all day. He just spends his time in the room, no matter what he does.” Madam Adolf told me after remembering.
“Typically he writes a diary. It was his habit for a long time. But sometimes he also talks to his friend on the phone,” Mr Adolf explained.
“Can I see her diary and also her phone for a minute?” pinta Detective Carl.
Adolf's mistress interfered and the woman immediately stood up from her seat to retrieve Sarah's diary.
“This is Sarah's phone,” said Mr Adolf handed the phone black after unlocking it.
“Nothing suspicious here,” murmured.
He then switched to checking his contact's call list, the last week. There's a call out to Lexy's number. There were also calls from Jeremy Meyer and Foster Bridge.
I had to investigate these three contacts, her inner self after seeing many incoming and outgoing calls on the three numbers of the man earlier.
“This is Sarah's diary. But I didn't find the key.”
Somewhat long ago Madame Adolf just returned because she was looking for the key diary that she did not find anywhere.
“Can I open it forcibly?” ask Detective Carl directly.
“Open it.” Mr. Adolf gave permission. The book is no longer used.
Detective Carl pulls out a small key-breaker from under his pocket. Then he opened the lock.
Click! The padlock opened quickly.
He opened each page and read it quickly.
The contents of the diary are an outpouring of Sarah's heart. Both of his parents could never read the diary.
“My time will run out, if I read all the contents of this diary, his mind then stops reading the book ten minutes later.
“Master, can I bring this diary first? I'll learn later at the office,” he said and closed the book.
“Ya, sure can.”
Detective Carl puts the diary in his bag.
He also returned to throw in another question for investigation.
Elsewhere at Sarah's funeral. Two men were seen there visiting the tomb.
“Jeremy, why are you still not hit so hard by Sarah's death?”
“No Foster, I just still can't accept and classify Sarah's death.”
Jeremy still seems sad even though he had attended the funeral. Apparently he was suffering from deep sorrow.
Sarah, if only you were alive, the fetus in your womb would still be alive. Though I wanted that boy Jeremy's inner, touching the headstone one last time.
The Swiss sky was clouded this time. The drizzle began to fall and the two men then got into their cars and got out of the cemetery.