Stunned, I stare at the stiff body, totally out of my mind.
It’s him?!
The guy who took my pills and slept for entire three days!
I thought he had gone. I could never imagine that he would be present in this way?!
Before I am well aware of what has happened, the policeman raises his gun at me.
The woman dashes to me, reaching her hands to my neck as if she’s about to strangle me to death.
She must be the wife of the dead.
But she gets it wrong, thinking that I have killed his husband, pledging herself to take revenge.
I keep shaking my heads while trying to clarify the truth.
But nothing can stop the raging woman.
The force she exerts on my neck almost chokes me.
It’s agonizing.
It’s nearly more than I can bear.
The policeman comes to my rescue in time, dragging her off so that I am not taken by the throat.
Then the officer takes me to the police station.
I don’t know what I should do, only to call Mindy helplessly.
“Mindy, what should I do? The man I dosed last time dies at my house. Just know the policeman found
him in the refrigerator and sent me to the police station, accusing me of the murder. I don’t know how it
goes like this. What should I do? I can’t be sent to prison and get Frances into trouble. I am so scared.”
The miserable memory of the time in prison strikes me, triggering my strong reluctance to
imprisonment.
Plus, I heard that it’s really horrible in American prisons.
I will never want to have it again.
“Jane, don’t panic. I will get you the best lawyer and you’ll be bailed soon. I will figure out how it all
goes. Before that, just say you don’t know no matter what they ask you. Remember it?”
I remain uneasy after hanging up the phone.
Following her instruction, I say I have no idea whatever the police ask.
It does not take long before Mindy calls back.
“How’s it going, Mindy?” I asked anxiously.
“I contacted several top lawyers, but none of them took the case. Perhaps they knew who was behind
this.” Mindy lowers her voice.
Despite her efforts to conceal her emotions, I can sense that she’s quite distraught.
It must be more difficult than expected.
Except Hilda, who was scheming this?
Or perhaps, she devised all this at the very beginning.
If the man was killed and hid precisely when I was out shopping for the dress, and if his body was
stuffed into the refrigerator during the party time, the crime was perfectly conducted, leaving me as the
scapegoat.
But the man stayed only at my house for days. It seems that I can never justify myself.
“What should I do, Mindy? I don’t want to be imprisoned. I really don’t.” Helpless, I say to her.
“Don’t worry. I’ll keep my efforts to fetch you a good lawyer. I will smash Hilda’s plot and you’ll be
alright.” She promises to me.
But I feel more uncertain.
To be imprisoned is not quite the point. I’m afraid I can’t get any information from Frances.
For me, this is undoubtedly worse than death.
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