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Chapter 438
The next afternoon, Leanna got a call from the police, claiming they saw Elliot coming to her studio
sometime before he died. They noticed his frequent contact with the studio, so they wanted to ask her
questions and see if they could find any clues. After she ended the call, she got up and took her stuff
before leaving her office.
Seeing her exiting the office, Zoe asked, "Where are you going, Nana?"
Leanna responded, "The cops just called. They said they needed my help in the investigation of Elliot's
death as they found out that he had come to our workshop before and that he had a beef with me."
A frown creased Zoe's forehead. "What's that got to do with you? You're the victim here."
Leanna smiled faintly. "It's fine. Just a testimonial record. I'll be back soon."
"Okay. Call me if you need anything."
"Sure."
Once at the police station, the cops first told Leanna to tell them who she was, then they asked her
about the relationship she shared with Elliot. They also wanted to know when the last time she saw him
was. She answered all questions honestly. After the testimonial was done, one of the cops gave her an
appreciative nod. "Thanks for coming. Your cooperation is much appreciated."
"No problem." A momentary pause swooped in. And then, she asked, "How is the investigation going?"
Just as the cop was about to answer, she saw Queenie arrive at the police station.
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Queenie glanced at Leanna before approaching the cop. "I'm Queenie Wojzicki. I'm here to provide my
testimonial."
The cop turned to Leanna and said, "That's all for today. We'll call when we find any clues."
"Sure. Thanks."
The cop then turned his attention to Queenie. "Come with me."
Queenie hummed in acknowledgment and went with the cop, looking calm.
Leanna saw her off. She pursed her lips as a few thoughts ran across her mind. Instead of leaving right
away, she chose to wait outside the police station.
One hour had elapsed, and Queenie finally came out.
Unlike Leanna's beef with Elliot, Queenie's feud with him was public knowledge. He claimed Queenie
had assaulted him before and that he was even hospitalized for that. Thus, she had become the prime
suspect in his murder. However, just as Leanna and the others had suspected, Elliot's killer was a
grown man. No matter the situation, Queenie could never overwhelm him, let alone kill him.
When the cops asked her if she had hired someone to assault Elliot, Queenie remained firm on the
stance that she had no idea about it. She claimed Elliot slandered her because she wouldn't give in to
his harassment. There was no evidence proving the veracity of his testimonial, and the cops did notice
how raunchy his private life was. Queenie's testimonial fit the bill, so they let her go.
The moment she left the police station, she saw Leanna standing right outside. Her fists were balled,
and no longer did she look calm. She mocked, "Are you happy now?"
"Why should I?" Leanna asked.
"Elliot is dead, and now I'm the prime suspect. You got your wish. I've paid for sabotaging the
competition."
A silent chuckle escaped Leanna's lips. "Oh, you're so charming. You make it sound like I'm shifting the
blame for his murder to you. If you aren't the real killer, you have nothing to worry about."
Queenie lost her composure for a moment, but she quickly calmed down. "Just trying to vent."
Leanna stared at her. "Have you seen Ron lately?" she blurted.
Alarm bells rang in Queenie's head. "Why do you ask?"
"Nothing. Just wanna see him."
"I don't know anything. Don't ask me. I have nothing to do with Elliot's murder."
Icily, Leanna remarked, "That was a simple yes or no question. Why did you complicate it?"
Queenie gnashed her teeth. "I said I have nothing to do with this. Stop asking me." With that, she tried
to leave.
Leanna stood around for a few moments before she turned around. Her voice was a whisper, but
Queenie heard it anyway. "I know you have something to do with Elliot's murder."
And she's going to push all the blame onto Ron. The last time I brought him up, she looked frustrated.
She even blamed him for not handling the Elliot problem well. But now, she looks alarmed instead. The
cops will find out she and Ron have a connection sooner or later. If she loses composure in front of
them and gives them vague answers, they're just going to think she's trying to cover for him.
Queenie froze at that. She turned around once more, her teeth clenched. "I know you hate me, but
don't try to pin the murder on me."
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Leanna responded, "And your next line will be, 'I might not be the murderer, but I won't sympathize with
Elliot. The murderer did God's work. All the better if he's already a fugitive.' Am I right?"
"Well, odd to hear you say that. Yes, Ron and I are childhood friends, but I was overseas for three
years. I have no idea what he was up to during that time, and his business is none of my concern. Ever
since I found out he was a sc*m, I never contacted him again. But you… You wouldn't stop bringing him
up, and you're trying to make him look innocent. Are you trying to pin the murder on me when you're
the real murderer?" Queenie questioned, but her eyes were looking elsewhere.
Leanna smiled. "Good point, but you know why he's being hunted. Do you think pinning the blame on
him will help you out?"
Queenie snapped, "I have no idea what you're talking about. I will not confess to something I never
did."
And I'm not going to argue anymore. Leanna took a few steps forward, and then she turned around.
"Oh, did you know? Your father died."
That statement surprised Queenie, and the look on her face changed. "Leanna McKinney, you witch!
First, you try to make me a murderer, and now you're cursing me?!"
Leanna continued, "He's been dead for a month at least. I'm just trying to tell you about it. This isn't a
curse, Queenie. You're overreacting." After that, she got into her car without saying another word.
The car vanished into the distance. Queenie tried to say something, but not a word came out of her
mouth. He's dead? Impossible. That b*tch is lying. She was about to call her father when she abruptly
stopped what she was doing. If he's dead, then at least there won't be anyone left to drag me down.
Nobody will look down on me anymore.
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