Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 691

"Because she needed to save Luther."

Karl looked up and spoke in a sad tone, "Ricky is different from other killers. If she shot him in the right chest, with his willpower, he might not give up. So she must kill him. She wants to put an end to it forever.

"Oh, no wonder, Joyce was worried that after her death, Ricky would strike back and kill Mr. Warner. So she simply took Ricky along with her ..."

Franklin said this and suddenly covered his mouth.

He realized he said the wrong thing again and again!!!

In fact, in his heart he thought Joyce was dead, so she took Ricky away with her to put an end to future problems.

The SWAT team had checked the cliff, and it was really impossible for Joyce to survive.

Everyone was sad, but still, they would have to face the reality.

However, Karl could not accept the bad news at the moment, and he didn't want to make Karl too sad, so he just had to avoid that topic.

"Captain."

Franklin hurriedly changed the subject again.

"What are you going to do with the hard drive you retrieved from the forensic center? I found it in your pocket, and I didn't dare tell anyone before asking you." "Well done. Don't go to the police station yet, I'll take care of it myself after I've seen it first."

Karl replied in a gruff voice.

"Good. Captain, when I cleared the scene, I found your gun. It was in great condition and I think it was Joyce who had buried it in the gravel."

Franklin said as he got up and walked to the coffee table. He took Karl's gun out of a black bag, walked back to the bed, and respectfully handed it to Karl.

Karl took the gun and his eyes were fixed at it, as if in a trance.

"There are no more bullets in there."

Franklin noticed his sadness, and said, "We have very strict rules about our guns. We must always keep our guns around us and cannot give our guns to anyone else. I found the gun and recognized the number. Don't worry, Captain, I didn't tell anyone and didn't want to bring you unnecessary troubles."

"I think that's probably what Joyce was thinking at the time, before she hid your gun properly."

Franklin signed inwardly. Joyce could still be so thoughtful for Karl in the face of danger.

No wonder Karl mourned so much and could not accept the reality.

"Well done."

Karl said emotionlessly.

Looking at his gun, he was in a trance. He gently stroked the gun, touching it where she had touched it.

As if in this way, he could still feel her presence.

He could not help but think of her again when he saw the gun.

Yes, he certainly understood that.

She had thought of even such details for him.

With his background and status, who would dare to question him for a mere gun? Who would dare to investigate? However, she did not want him to be criticized.

He got it. He got it all.

On his cheeks, it felt so hot.

He couldn't remember the last time he cried.

But now, tears were really flowing down his cheeks.

"Captain, what else do you think I can do for ..."

Before Franklin finished his question, he suddenly stopped talking when he saw Karl in tears.

In the ward, it was all silence.

Only the grief flew quietly ...