Second Precinct.

Karl hadn't slept all night and strong tiredness hit him. He leaned his back against the seat, propped one hand on his forehead, and wanted to take a nap.

Until a police officer gently woke him up, "Karl, Charlotte of the Heath family, the person involved in Stephanie's case, came to take a statement. Do you want to take notes yourself?"

Karl jerked out of his deep sleep, waking up quickly, he shook his head off and said back, "Hmm."

The officer reminded, "The Heath family sent a special car to bring her here." He pointed to the overbearing military bulletproof car parked outside the door, with so many people at the police station milling around.

"I have invited Charlotte to the cubicle, waiting for you to make a statement. Ensign Ricky, who went with her to the Warner family that day, never entered or exited the house according to the surveillance, so there should be nothing wrong with him. Is it okay if I just take the record?" The police officer asked.

Karl raised his eyes, he glanced in the direction the officer pointed at Ricky, who was wearing his military uniform, looking majestic and imposing. This person looked introverted and patient, and he could not see what could be on his mind, and he must be quite close to the Heath family.

He was a little confused. Since they came to the police station to make a statement, they could have been low-key, but with the bulletproof military vehicle, what could they want to do? The Heath family wanted to show their muscle in front of the police? Of course, the Heath family did have enough power to control the police station.

"Yes." Karl obliged.

He stood up and walked over to the cubicle where Charlotte was.

In the cubicle, a police officer had already made her hand-ground coffee, which was still steaming hot.

Charlotte smiled and thanked him.

Karl glanced at Charlotte. He should have met her in the Lauren case, but was not impressed. Today, when he looked at her again, she was just like any little girl, gentle and soft, and at first glance, he could not see any problem.

When Charlotte saw Karl approaching, she quickly stood up and greeted him, "Hello, Officer Karl."

The face that was just smiling and thanking suddenly turned sad and she choked up and said, "Officer Karl, I heard on the phone that Stephanie passed away. How is that possible? When I left that day, she was fine. I just heard that she was killed by Joyce?"

Karl returned coldly, "There's not enough evidence to close the case. Stephanie was indeed killed, but it is still too early to tell who the killer is."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I should not say that much." Charlotte ducked her head awkwardly and twisted the hem of her dress helplessly.

"Tell me about the day, what did you go to the Warner family for?" Karl opened his computer and took routine notes.

"Grandma just called me over for tea and a chat," Charlotte said back.

"It's not that simple, is it? Mr. Arnold just came by and took a statement. I looked it up, and Stephanie purposely gave him two days off, while keeping everyone in the family from home at that time. I think Stephanie did it so that she could see someone alone, and that someone is you, right?" Karl cut to the chase.

A flash of worry came across her watery eyes. Karl did have sharp eyes.

She quickly calmed down, "I'm not sure. Jacqueline arranged for me to go to the Warner family at 12 noon on Saturday and said Grandma wanted to see me, so I went on time."

"You stayed at the Warner family for about an hour. What were you doing during that time?" Karl asked again.

"A homely chat, asking how my mother is and what she likes to do in general, and that's all," Charlotte replied according to what she had discussed with Ricky beforehand. "Was there anything unusual about Stephanie at the time?" Karl raised his eyes.

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