Chapter 691

 691:
At that moment, someone knocked on the door.
Turning their heads, Linsey and Gorman saw a nurse enter, accompanied by several police officers.
“Ms. Brooks, Mr. Green, these officers would like a word with you,” the nurse announced.
One officer stepped forward, eyeing Linsey. “Are you Linsey Brooks?” he asked.
Linsey quickly replied, “Yes, that’s me.”
She suddenly recalled the report she had filed and urgently asked, “Did you find Carol?”
In a serious tone, the officer replied, “Carol has already committed suicide.”
Linsey’s eyes shot open in shock. “What?!” The news took her completely by surprise.
The officer nodded in confirmation. “Our investigation indicates that Carol was experiencing psychological distress. It seems she couldn’t cope with her mental anguish any longer.”
Reflecting on Carol’s erratic behavior lately, Linsey found this explanation convincing.
The officer continued, “Before her death, it appears Carol met with someone. We’re here to find out if you might know this individual.”
He then showed Linsey a photograph.
Linsey scrutinized the image and recognized the face. “This is Alexa Sanderson! She works for the Lawson family. Alexa was with Carol the last time I saw them together.”
“Can you recall when you last saw Ms. Sanderson?” The officer spoke seriously, his expression firm and focused.
After thinking for a moment, Linsey responded, concern etched on her brow, “It was a few days ago. Carol had abducted me, and Alexa was there. I haven’t seen her since.”
“Thank you for this information, Ms. Brooks,” said the officer.
Grateful for their diligence, Linsey replied, “Of course, I’m just doing my part. Thank you for your hard work.”
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The officer instructed, “Should you come across any information about Ms. Sanderson, please inform us immediately.”
Linsey agreed, “Absolutely, I’ll let you know right away.”
The officers soon departed.
Turning her head, Linsey caught Gorman lost in thought. Driven by curiosity, she asked, “What’s on your mind?”
Gorman shook off his daze and said thoughtfully, “When I was walking over earlier, I thought I caught sight of someone lingering in the shadows at the far end of the corridor. From what I could tell, they looked a lot like the person in the photo the police showed us moments ago.”
Linsey, taken by surprise, asked, “Really? Do you think it was Alexa?”
“I can’t be certain. I haven’t gotten a good look at Alexa before, so I could be wrong. That’s why I chose not to tell the police—I didn’t want to risk providing misleading information,” Gorman explained.
Linsey nodded, understanding his caution. “Fair enough. If you’re unsure, we should hold off. We’ll see what the police find.”
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