Starting with A Divorce by Gloria Warren

Chapter 625 His Phone

If they could leverage the power of the Gage family, those people would probably have no place to hide.

Ainsley's face darkened. She didn't want to get in touch with Manuel, but after thinking it over, she realized that if

she wanted to uncover the truth, she had to cooperate with him.

Ainsley finally took her cousin's words to heart. "I'll consider it.*

The next day.

"Ms. Wade, based on the evidence we have obtained, it is a fact that you are suspected of intentional homicide."

The policewoman showed Irene the screenshots of the video one by one.

Before seeing the photos, Irene thought it might have been Samuel's doing. After all, she was certain that there

was no one at the scene at that time.

But now, it seemed that wasn't the case.

She widened her eyes in disbelief. Indeed, the photos were all real.

She was sweating profusely, but still managed to say calmly, "Maybe these photos were photoshopped.’

The policewoman said solemnly, "Ms. Wade, I think you're mistaken. These photos were taken from a video of your

complete crime process. Before we arrested you, we had the video authenticated by the technical department.

The content of this video is real and valid.’

Irene pinched herself hard. She brainstormed for a moment before saying, "A video? What video? As a police

officer, you should know more about the law than I do. If I'm not mistaken, filming without consent is illegal, which

means it can't be used as evidence."

"Are you too confident in yourself?" The policewoman leaned back in her chair. She had been interrogating Irene

for nearly 20 hours without stopping.

However, Irene must have been advised by someone and refused to say more, causing the interrogation to fall into

silence for a while.

And now, she still closed her eyes and refused to say anything no matter what was asked.

The lawyer of the Easton family, Harry Anderson, was communicating with Ainsley, "Ms. Easton, based on the

current situation, there is only a 40% chance of conviction. But if the person who filmed the video can serve as a

witness, their testimony combined with this video is enough to nail her on the charge of intentional homicide."

Ainsley had thought of this possibility when she obtained the video. She replied in a deep voice, "What if this person

refuses to testify?"

"We'll find a way to make him testify, but before that, Ms. Easton, you have to ensure the safety of the witness. With

such a big event, would Irene really do nothing?" A light flashed in Harry's eyes.

Ainsley suddenly understood Harry's intention. She immediately called Matteo.

After a brief discussion, she parted with Harry.

Ainsley met with James at the cafe where they first met.

James showed her all the latest information he had collected. "Ms. Easton, I investigated the whereabouts of the

people who might have grudges against Mr. Easton, and they all have alibis. Lidocaine takes effect within a few

hours of ingestion, so I carefully examined Mr. Easton's whereabouts on that day. The only possibilities for him to

ingest lidocaine were the coffee he drank that day, the water he drank, and the food he ate in the old house. But it

was three or four years ago, and some things are difficult to verify, especially when it comes to physical evidence."

Looking at the thick investigation report, Ainsley understood that James had done his best. "Actually, if someone

really poisoned him, the culprit may not have been present. They could have used someone else's help."

"Of course, it's very possible. I have an offensive question, and I hope you can answer me honestly.’ James'

expression was solemn.

Ainsley nodded. ’Go ahead.’

"Did your father have any women back then? This woman may not necessarily refer to a girlfriend or similar, but

also to hookup and so on.’

"Why do you ask?" Ainsley was puzzled.

It was hard for James to speak. After thinking for a while, he said, "Ms. Easton, in addition to anesthetics, there is

another important use of lidocaine, that is to delay men's ejaculation."

Ainsley's face instantly turned red. She finally understood what James meant.

Ainsley lowered her head awkwardly. Her mother passed away early, and her father had been single all these

years. The anniversary of her mother's death was always the hardest time for her father. She had seen him holding

her mother's photo and crying in his room many times.

But that didn't necessarily mean her father didn’t have other women back then.

"1-1 don't know either."

Her father would not have brought any women to meet her, so she had no idea about such things.

The detective could understand, and he just wanted to give it a shot when he asked.

"By the way, Ms. Easton, is your father's phone with you?" James asked. Ainsley shook her head and fell into deep

thought again. At that time, she was unconscious and lost her memory. She didn't even get to see her father for the

last time, let alone his phone.

James spoke seriously, "Ms. Easton, I suggest you go back and check Mr. Easton's phone and computer to see if you

can find any clues.’

Green Road had become a landmark as a wealthy district.

She stepped into the villa she hadn't visited for a long time. The last time she was here, she found the photos of her

and Manuel as well as a bracelet, all key pieces of evidence that confirmed her memory loss.

And this time, she came back because she wanted to recover her father's memories. She opened the door and as

the thick layer of dust fell down, it was as if she had entered a mysterious cave.

She paid no attention to it and coughed a few times as she walked up to the second floor. At the corner was her

father's study.

Her father spent more time in the study than in his own bedroom. She opened the door and looked at the dusty

computer.

This computer hadn't been turned on since her father passed away. She first turned on the villa's electricity and

then turned on the computer. She was worried that the computer might be broken, but it lit up without any issues.

What was strange was that the computer did not require a password to be entered; it just opened up.

Why was that?

After turning on the computer, she looked at the computer screen in confusion.

Several folders were empty, and even the web browser history was completely gone.

There was nothing, absolutely nothing! What was going on?

The monitor screen was covered in dust, making everything look blurry.

She turned her head to look at the mainframe, which didn't have much dust and looked quite new.

Suddenly, she realized something and looked at the mainframe sharply.

How could a mainframe that had been here for almost four years have no dust? How could it be new?

She crouched down and discovered something even stranger. There were drag marks near the mainframe, and

they were deep and shallow.

The drag marks were deep, but there was a layer of dust on top, so the marks were not obvious. She guessed that

someone had replaced the mainframe.