[Zhongyingmei] The last string

Macy sat on the bed silently for a long time, and Viola didn't force her, but just waited quietly.

The person on the bed finally put down the hands covering her eyes, her eye sockets were slightly red, and the exhaustion and entanglement revealed in it were not just for her dead daughter.

"I..." Her voice was a little hoarse, "She is...a very good friend."

For Macy, this is a distant memory that seems to be as close as yesterday.

There is no difference between her in college and now, introverted and timid. Even though she is almost 30 years older, her personality is really not something that is easy to change.

And Maisie is the complete opposite of her.

Maisie is cheerful, she is like the sun, no matter what she is familiar with, she can complete everything smoothly.

It's a completely different person from her.

If the two hadn't happened to be roommates, Macy might never have met such a person.

She took her to join the school's sorority, and protected her everywhere.

Macy feels that Maisie is much more mature than her, she is more like a sister than a peer.

With such a wonderful person, why does Macy not like her?

The relationship between the two naturally became very good.

Later, the two met Amy·Hutt also named Amy·Russell in the sorority.

Amy is a proud and beautiful woman who pursues perfection in everything, but this does not prevent her relationship with Maisie from becoming very good.

After all, Maisie is a girl everyone likes.

Their friendship lasted until they graduated from college. Because they are both natives of Philadelphia, they can often visit each other, and the relationship is getting better and better.

If, if it weren't for what happened at Amy and Stern's wedding, they would probably be very good friends by now.

Macy has an introverted personality and is not suitable for the role of bridesmaid. Naturally, the job fell on Maisie.

Everything is going great, choosing the bridesmaids dresses and learning what the bridesmaids are supposed to do at the wedding.

Maisie is the same as when she was in college, she is quick to pick up new things.

Such an outstanding person will of course attract the attention of others, which is normal.

However, sometimes, not everyone has good intentions.

"That man," Macy paused, "he..."

She couldn't say it, she couldn't say the word, and at the end she could only slur a sentence. Viola didn't hear clearly, but she knew roughly what she was going to say.

"He said he wasn't careful," Macy's voice was shaking, "he didn't mean it."

"Amy...Amy..." She couldn't finish.

Viola frowned slightly, she could guess what happened at that time.

In the rape and murder cases back then, no murderer was caught at all, and there was no witness or physical evidence. The murderer seemed to appear out of thin air and then disappear out of thin air.

Judging from the meaning in Macy's tone now, Amy and she probably discovered the murderer back then, but in the end they let the murderer go for some reason.

Let the girl who had a wonderful life lie in the fitting room and gradually cool down.

Amy, Macy and Stern have paid dearly for their concealment.

Then the next person will be the murderer of the year.

"Macy, I just want to ask you one thing." Viola said softly, "Who is the murderer?"

"I can't tell!" Macy said a little excitedly, "He...he...we can't afford it."

"That's the reason, right, the reason why you let him go." Viola stared into her eyes, making Macy have nowhere to escape.

Viola softened her voice again and persuaded: "This is not to inform, this is to save his child, do you understand?"

"If you don't say it now, that child will die, that child is innocent."

"Just like Antonia."

*****

Camille felt dizzy and weak. She tried to move her arm, but couldn't.

She should be sitting on the sofa, which made her whole body sink into it softly.

Camille opened her eyes, and it took a while for her eyes to clear up.

What caught her eye was a wall of notes and photos, she took a closer look and suddenly woke up.

Why, why is there a picture of her on the wall?

where is this place? !

Why is she here, she...

Yes, she drove an old granny home.

"You're awake." The old voice was particularly abrupt in the quiet room.

Camille tried hard to turn her head, but she really couldn't move.

"poor child."

She could feel that the sofa around her seemed to be sinking a bit, and someone was sitting next to her, and she caught the corner of that person's clothes.

It's that old grandma.

She felt someone beside her gently stroking her hair, which made her hair stand on end.

Camille wanted to yell for the man to take her hand away, but she didn't even have the strength to speak.

"None of this is your fault, but someone has to pay it back."

"You have to pay for your father."

dad?what did daddy doWhat are you doing to me again?

Camille yelled in her heart, fear welling up in her heart.

"Let me tell you a story." The old man said softly.

Once upon a time, a child was born, and she was loved by all.

She was a lively child, intelligent and beautiful, and her mother was especially fond of her.

Although she has no father, this does not affect her growth into an outstanding young man.

She has many friends, and a lover who gets along very well.

Finally, the girl became a mother and had a child.

The story of happiness and happiness circulates again.

"...The story should have developed like this."

The old man's tone suddenly became gloomy, and she continued: "Do you know what a real story is like?"

The real story is, the girl died.

Without any warning, she died at a friend's wedding. The tragic death is the last memory left by the girl to her mother.

"After the girl died," said the old man softly, "her mother changed."

The girl's mother lost the meaning of living for a while, but she must still live because the murderer of the girl has not been caught yet.

However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not bring the murderer to justice.

It doesn't matter if there is no physical evidence, there are witnesses, but the witnesses who were supposed to be on the girl's side shut their mouths.

Even helping the murderer get up.

"You know, the recent bride poisoning in the city?"

The old man changed the subject and asked a question, maybe it was a question, because the second person in the room couldn't answer at all.

Sure enough, the next second, the old man changed the subject again.

"Their daughters have all reached the age of marriage." The old man's face became a little grim. "Why do they all look so happy?"

"And my daughter turned into a corpse?!"

The old man's voice became excited and sharp, and the old man couldn't help panting heavily, as if he was too emotionally fluctuating.

Tears flowed from the corners of Camille's eyes. If she could make an expression or make a sound now, it must be fear and screaming.

"I want you to remember well before you die that your death is because of your father."

The old man calmed down for a while, panting lightly.

The people around him left the sofa, as if they were looking for something, the tears in the corners of Camille's eyes flowed faster.

The room was so quiet that there was only the sound of the old man's slow footsteps, and then the footsteps disappeared, replaced by the sound of taking things.

'Boom boom boom! 'Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door.

"Freda Young, FBI!" Accompanied by this voice, there was another knock on the door.

The old man became very nervous. She glanced around, picked up a sharp knife from the kitchen bar, and returned to the living room as fast as she could.

Camille watched the old man come back, and the dangling sharp knife in her hand made her fear multiply.

The next second, the door was knocked open.

The originally small room was packed with FBI agents, and everyone pointed their guns at the old man in the living room.

Freda pressed the sharp knife to Camille's neck, but it might be because she was really too old, and her hand holding the knife was shaking uncontrollably.

"Freda Young, put down your weapon." Viola persuaded.

The old man shook his head firmly, the blade had already left bloodstains on Camille's neck.

"We know you're doing it for your daughter."

An hour ago, Viola finally got the name of the gangster from Macy's mouth.

That is indeed a man of some power. Back then, his father had some political background, and now he himself is also in politics.

The Hutts and Macy were afraid of getting into trouble, they knew who the murderer was, but kept silent.

This made Maisie's case an unsolved old case.

Around the same time, Garcia had also found out all the suspects related to Maisie.

It would take some time to find the past one by one, so everyone decided to remind the Camille family first.

However, when they got to the place, they got the news that Camille was not at home and had left early.

What's worse, Camille, who was supposed to go to her fiancé's house, wasn't there at all.

According to Camille's fiancé, she accidentally bumped into an old man on the road and sent the old man home.

In normal times, this is not a problem, but in this special situation, it makes people extremely nervous.

Garcia quickly searched for Camille according to the information given by Camille's parents and the surveillance camera information on the street.

The old man in the monitoring information made everyone's hearts cool down.

Because this is one of their suspects - Maisie's mother.

"You don't understand at all." Freda's hands shook even more.

"That bastard killed my daughter," her voice trembled, "but he has lived happily for so many years, and he hasn't even been in prison for a year."

"Now!" She raised her voice suddenly, startling everyone present.

"He has, he has such a good daughter." Freda roared madly.

"Kindhearted, beautiful, cheerful, and going to get married soon."

"What about my daughter?!"

"What about mine?!"

She roared, her voice suddenly choked up: "Where's mine..."

What about her Maisie?Why is it just... gone?

"You... don't understand at all." The old man lowered his head, which caused some bad thoughts to arise in the hearts of the detectives.

"We can make Jeter Ramirez pay the price he paid." Viola said very fast, and she hoped that this would calm down the old man in front of her.

The old man shook his head and replied, "It's too late."

What's the use of talking about it now?

The old man turned his head to look at Camille, who was tightly tied in her arms, and the woman's eyes were full of fear.

Maisie back then...was it the same?

"don't want--!"

There were gunshots in the house one after another.

The author has something to say: _(:з」∠)_ This case is about to end

The Buddha is coming back in the next chapter, are you happy (top the pot and run away

Characters in this chapter

Mother of Macy Gallup Victim No. [-]

Mother of Amy Hutt Victim No. [-]

Father of Stern Hutt Victim #[-]

Camille Ramirez's soon-to-be-married happy women

Maisie Young, the woman who died of rape and murder 30 years ago, was a friend of Macy and Amy in college

Freda Young's case Unsub, Maisie's mother