"Yes. As long as we know who the victim is, we can carry out a series of investigation methods. Otherwise, it's too difficult. After all, we don't have enough surveillance footage."
Dad could only work overtime with everyone else to discuss.
But for now, they could only wait for the DNA results and the police officers who went door-to-door at the crime scene to come back. Currently, the main discussion was still on how to minimize the impact.
Dad was worried that Chelsea would commit suicide or go extreme again, so he kept her by his side and took care of her carefully.
Chelsea was very well-behaved. She fell asleep on the sofa in the meeting room.
She looked sweet and obedient.
Arnold looked at his phone for a while, and then he looked at the silhouette in the surveillance on the screen and murmured.
"It looks like ... Rosa a bit..."
He finally couldn't hold back and tentatively asked my father, "Where's Rosa? She hasn't asked me about you for several days. She used to ask about your health and if you were tired from work every day."
Upon hearing his words, Dad pulled a long face.
But Arnold stared at him without flinching.