Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 1243

Chapter 1243

Jeremy noticed something was amiss. When he heard the man’s cold words, he turned to take a look.

The rain was heavy, and the light from the streetlights was very weak, but he could still see that the water stains on the ground were mixed with blood.

He lifted his eyes from the bloodstain and looked over to see a pale man lying on the grass.

When he was about to walk over to see what was going on, the car behind him drove away quickly.

After looking around, he realized he was the only one left.

Jeremy strode over to the man lying on the ground without hesitation.

He took a closer look and found that this young man was actually the police officer who was in charge of arresting him before.

He was wearing his casual clothes, and his face was pale. Other than that, he had several cuts on his body that were still bleeding.

Jeremy probed his carotid artery with his fingers and found that it was still beating weakly.

He was not dead yet.

…

It was late at night, and Madeline was sleeping alone in the bedroom. She was not sleepy, and the rain outside was heavy. Since she was worried about Jeremy, it was even more difficult for her to fall asleep now.

Madeline got up. She wanted to drink a glass of water to soothe her nerves. Suddenly, she heard movement outside the room.

She opened the door cautiously and saw Ryan walking downstairs in a hurry while wearing his outside clothes.

There must be something wrong if he was going out so late at night and so anxiously too.

She did not have the mood to drink water anymore, so she followed behind him closely.

Ryan had already driven away, so Madeline could only drive her car to keep up with him.

“If even all these are still enough to kill you, then I’ll personally send you off right now. I’ll just say that you resisted too much in the process of the capture and I had no choice but to execute you on the spot,” Ryan said as his smile grew wider.

“Do you think Interpol and the police will believe me if I say that?”

“Ryan, you’re even sneakier and more schemeful than I thought.” Jeremy looked at Ryan calmly. The raindrops drenched his pale face, but the sharpness in his eyes was unable to be washed away.

“You killed Lana.” Jeremy exposed Ryan in an affirmative tone.

“Yes, I killed Lana,” Ryan admitted with a cold and nonchalant smile. “I shot her three times. One on her calf, one on her shoulder, and finally, one directly in her heart.

“Then, I wiped the fingerprints away from the gun and printed your fingerprints from the coffee cup onto the gun. After everything was executed properly, I called you to the hotel room as my scapegoat.”

Ryan retold the process of Lana’s murder in detail. The smile on his face showed that he was quite satisfied with his masterpiece.

“You… I-It’s you…”