Chapter 491 Suspicions About the Case
Eight years back, Maggie and Dulce went camping at Cloud Veil Mount and stumbled upon the cops nabbing a criminal.
Back then, Francis was this scrawny kid with wild long hair. Fast forward eight years, and he had changed so much that Maggie didn't even recognize him at first.
Francis smirked. "So, your first impression of me was as some unlucky rookie cop, huh?"
Maggie quickly apologized, "I didn't mean it like that; I was just really surprised."
Actually, Dulce was the one who came up with that nickname.
Francis was a total newbie back then and got hurt by accident.
Francis said, "Well, at least you remember."
"Oh, I remember alright. Your pants almost got yanked down by the criminal, and you were rocking red underwear." Maggie realized she'd said too much and clammed up, giving an awkward but polite smile.
Francis just sighed.
That was a pretty embarrassing moment for him.
"It's cool, I don't wear red anymore."
Now it was Maggie's turn to be speechless.
Talking about underwear colors in public was definitely weird.
Maggie quickly changed the subject. "Did you come looking for me, or was this just a coincidence?"
She didn't believe that after eight years, he had come to find her just to chat about the past.
Francis nodded. "I've gone through your case files and wanted to talk. I need to know all the details about how you killed Mrs. Flores, in more detail."
Maggie didn't want to revisit that day. She was so consumed by rage that she didn't remember much.
Clutching the magazine in her hand, Maggie asked, "In what capacity are you asking? If it's an interrogation, this isn't the place."
"As a friend," Francis said, "I'm off-duty today, just a friendly chat. When you first stabbed Mrs. Flores, what was the situation? What were you thinking? Was the knife going top-down or vertical? I have a lot of questions about the case, and maybe I can help you."
Francis was dead serious when talking about the case.
As he described it, the scene from that day flashed in Maggie's mind, making her tense up. She gripped the magazine even tighter.
She fought against the memory. "The case is closed; I don't need help."
"Maggie," Francis looked her in the eye, "What if the real killer is someone else? Don't you want to find out who it is?"
"What do you mean?" Maggie was stunned. "The real killer?"
Francis said, "There are some things about the case that don't add up, so I came to ask you. If you don't want to talk or are scared, I won't push. The case is closed, and the Flores family bailed you out. It's all in the past."
If Francis hadn't said that, Maggie would've thought it was all over and never looked back. But now, hearing this, she couldn't help but react.
Maggie bit her lip and said, "Back then, I was thinking about how Mrs. Flores killed my child, and in a fit of rage, I stabbed her. I don't remember how I did it. Then I saw her bleeding and collapsing, unresponsive."
Francis asked seriously, "How many times did you stab her?"
"Once," Maggie said urgently, "Why are you asking this? I already told the police everything. The case is closed. You said there are doubts? What doubts? I did follow Mrs. Flores that day. My mind was a mess, and I lost control, so I..."
"The autopsy report shows Mrs. Flores was stabbed twice."
Francis's words made Maggie's world go silent. She looked at him in shock and disbelief, "Twice?"
Francis watched all of Maggie's reactions. He'd noticed the inconsistencies when he read the files, and now Maggie's reaction confirmed his suspicions.
Francis nodded, "Twice, and the second stab was the fatal one."
"No, I didn't stab her twice; I only did it once." Maggie was visibly shaken. She suddenly widened her eyes and looked at Francis, "Could it be that the real killer is someone else? Who killed Mrs. Flores?"
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