Just then, the phone rang, and she saw it was Trisha calling, so the humedly picked up
Trisha’s trembling voice came through the phone, Letti, where are you? Hurry up and come to the police station, they say I’m suspected of theft”
Celeste’s face changed, and she immediately became nervous. “Don’t panic, I be right there Which police station?”
Trisha told her the location
After hanging up, Celeste asked Liam, “Mr Reed, can you give me a ride to Northbridge Police Department? My friend got into some
Thinking it would take a lot of persuading, she was surprised when Liam didn’t say anything, just gestured for Owen to drive to the Northbridge Police Department
On the way there. Celeste was filled with worry, fearing that Trisha had really gotten into big trouble, and feeling uneasy
As soon as the car stopped, she rushed into the police station without saying goodbye to Liam
After going through the procedures, she saw Trisha being interrogated in the interrogation room through the glass, her eyes swollen from crying
Tnsha usually appeared tough, but she was quite innocent in social circles and had never been interrogated by the police before She was completely terified
Celeste’s heart ached, and she tried to suppress her emotions as she asked the police officer, “Officer, what did my friend do?”
The officer sized her up. “What’s your relationship with the suspect?”
Im her friend Celeste handed over her ID.
The officer took note of it and said, “Someone reported her for theft, and we did find the stolen property at her place.”
Celeste immediately retorted, “That’s impossible! I live with her, and I’ve never seen anyone else’s stuff on her. Did you guys make a mistake?”
The officer hesitated, “You live together? For how long?”
Celeste replied, “For more than a week.”
The officers eyes changed, “The stolen property was also reported missing a week ago. Since you two live together, you could also be a suspect, there’s a possibility that you two did it together.”
Celeste began to doubt if this officer was even a real police officer. He didn’t question people, didn’t check physical evidence, and handled cases completely based on guesses. It was utter nonsense.
Celeste patiently said, “Alright, even if I’m also a suspect, I should at least know what we stole, right? Don’t we need to identify the stolen goods?”
“The stolen goods are right here!” The officer took out an evidence bag and waved it at them, “This is the stolen property. She herself said it’s not hers, and we found it in her place. If she didn’t take it, who did?”
The moment Celeste saw the “stolen goods,” her was totally speechless
The so-called “stolen goods” were clearly her wedding ring!
She finally understood who had called the police!
Celeste took a deep breath, suppressing her anger, and said, “This thing is mine.”
The officer didn’t believe her, “How do you prove it’s yours?”
Celeste opened her phone’s photo gallery and showed a few pictures of her wearing the ring.
The officer said, “Impressive skills, preparing all the evidence in advance.”
Celeste was speechless
“Take a good look. This photo was taken a year ago. Can’t this prove it’s mine?”
The officer checked the photo’s timestamp and seemed to realize his conclusion was hasty. He then said, “You must have a shopping receipt to prove it’s yours. The person who reported the theft has a receipt.”