The queen's wife is too sultry

The moment he walked into the hall, all eyes were on Frank.

Unlike yesterday's singing and dancing, the atmosphere in the manor today is quiet, and even a bit more solemn than before, and all of this is because of an unusual guest who visited today.

Sheriff Jonathan.

When Frank walked into the hall, he noticed the middle-aged man in a navy blue uniform and a police cap with a solemn and dignified expression almost instantly.

Among all the lines of sight just now, there is a sharp and sharp line of sight, with a strong sense of oppression and penetrating power, as if it can penetrate people's thoughts at a glance.

And this gaze came from Jonathan.

"Frank, you are here, come and say hello to Sheriff Jonathan."

George, who was sitting on the side, smiled and introduced the two:

"This is my youngest son, Frank, Frank, and this is Sheriff Jonathan."

Frank nodded slightly at the man, with an elegant smile on the corner of his mouth:
"Hello, Sheriff Jonathan."

Jonathan got up, took off his police cap, and signaled, "I've heard that Dawson's family has an excellent doctor, but I haven't had the chance to see it. Today I finally have this opportunity."

He watched Frank sit down and raised his eyebrows, "You seem to be a little different from the rest of the Dawson family."

From the moment he entered the manor, he saw almost all Western faces. Most of the Dawson family were pure Americans, except for Catherine's husband and children.

George never left Jonathan's eyes. After seeing this, he quickly said:

"It's like this. Frank is my brother's child. My brother died early. Frank's mother is from the East. She divorced my brother very early, so I brought him with me to adopt..."

"So that's the case..." Jonathan nodded.

The servant brought snacks and hot tea. Arthur sat aside and didn't speak from the beginning to the end. Only the disdain and contempt in his eyes revealed his mood. He took a sip of black tea and said leisurely:
"Sheriff Jonathan, you and Melin have already asked, now you can ask my brother."

"He just returned to Texas the day before yesterday, and we don't know many things."

Frank narrowed his eyes, and there was a trace of coldness in his eyes.

George and Arthur, father and son, sang together, one hinted that he was not a direct descendant of the Dawson family, and the other hinted that he had no alibi, and all he had to do was tell the sheriff that he was the murderer of Wilson...

But the development of things will never be as simple and smooth as they expected.

"Mr. Frank, there is a case about Wilson being murdered and thrown into the sea. I have some detailed questions to ask you. I hope you will actively cooperate with me."

It's not that Jonathan didn't notice the delicate relationship between father and son, but the most important thing is to find out the murderer as soon as possible. He didn't have extra thoughts to guess the intricate relationship between the Dawson family.

"Okay, you can ask." A faint voice.

Jonathan nodded, took out the file in the bag, flipped through it and asked:

"May I ask if you were in the United States within a week before the mayor's election?"

"No."

The wound was aching, and Frank's breathing became a little short, and he straightened his back so that the pain didn't get worse.

Even though he was enduring great pain, his voice was still deep and calm, without any flaws:

"Sheriff, a week ago, there were some problems with cooperation projects such as Mayo Clinic and Ankang Manufacturing, and I was sent to China for handover negotiations."

He paused, and continued: "Only the day before yesterday, the day after Arthur was elected mayor, I returned to the United States. As far as I know, Wilson died before he won the election."

Jonathan nodded, looked up at him, and asked:
"Sir, are you all right? Your face looks a little pale."

"fine."

"That's good." Jonathan continued to flip through the file, casually said:

"I heard that you are also one of the partners of Mayo Clinic. You are usually involved in some important projects, including this cooperation with China Ankang Pharmaceutical Group..."

As soon as these words came out, the hearts of all the men present besides him couldn't help but tense.

George stared at Frank with cloudy eyes, his brows were gloomy.

Arthur looked at him maliciously.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall was gloomy and depressing.

"Mr. Frank, Wilson was injected with a new type of highly poisonous drug, and then the murderer pushed him into the sea. According to the forensic doctor's inference, the body has been floating on the sea for about a week, and the time to salvage it is The night before yesterday, that is to say, he was killed while you were in China."

"Considering the relationship between Mayor Arthur and Wilson's political enemies, he will be one of the suspects. I have asked Mr. Arthur just now. He stayed in the government or at home during that week. Proof of presence."

"Then you are one of his family members, that is, a community of interests. I need to investigate you now. May I ask if you have proof that you were not in Texas during that week?"

On the one hand, Frank endured the pain, and on the other hand, he was oppressed by the eyes of the father and son. Sheriff Jonathan's seemingly casual but implying crisis question made him have to work hard to deal with it.

"Sheriff, on the day Wilson was killed, I was on the plane to China. Of course, you can check my entry certificate, or you can send someone to ask Ankang Pharmaceuticals to prove that I did stay in China for a week before returning... ..."

Jonathan smiled, "We have indeed checked your entry records, and what you said is fine."

"We are not sure whether the effect of the potion will take effect immediately, or..."

He elongated his tone, and his eyes became more meaningful: "It will take a while for the injection to occur again."

"And according to the records, you were still in Texas the day before Wilson was killed..."

"Mr. Frank, if it's convenient, can you tell me where you went and what you did that day?"

Frank's heart tightened, and for a moment, he didn't know how to answer.

Because that day, he had just brought the medicine back from the Mayo Clinic, and then went to the hospital where Wilson was treated, disguised as his doctor, replaced the original medicine with the medicine, and injected it into Wilson's body.

He was originally a skilled doctor. On that day, Wilson did not have the slightest doubt, and even chatted with him about running for candidates. During the conversation, he was full of confidence. He not only demoted Arthur to nothing, but also threatened that he would Become the next mayor of Houston.

With such confidence, Frank wore a mask and injected the cold medicine into his body expressionlessly.