Her Suicide Note Blamed Me, So I Called the Police for an Autopsy Chapter 05

Her Suicide Note Blamed Me, So I Called the Police for an Autopsy Chapter 05

Ryan did not answer.

He just looked at me.

Ten minutes later, another update came from the airport.

After the officer finished the call, he looked at Ryan.

“The woman refuses to remove her mask and also refuses to provide fingerprints.”

“Ethan also refuses to explain her relationship with Sarah.”

The air in the cemetery tightened at once.

Mara’s fingers clenched around her dress.

Lydia also lifted her head.

Only Ryan stood where he was.

I looked at him.

“Mr. Hall.”

“Ethan can’t be reached.”

“But his call records didn’t vanish with him, did they?”

Ryan’s eyes went cold.

“Erin, what right do you have to search my phone?”

“I don’t,” I said.

“So I’m not grabbing it.”

“I am only asking whether you dare to hand it over yourself.”

Lydia immediately spoke.

“Ryan’s phone contains Hall Group secrets. Why should he show it to you?”

I looked at her.

“I didn’t ask him to show it to me.”

“I’m asking him to show it to the police.”

Lydia choked.

The officer looked at Ryan.

“Mr. Hall, if there are relevant contact records, please cooperate and provide them.”

“Because at this point, you may be involved in faking records, forging a suicide note, and

illegally moving a body. You need to cooperate with the investigation.”

Ryan’s grip tightened around his phone.

The officer looked at him.

“If you refuse, we will get the records through legal channels.”

After a long while, he finally handed his phone to the officer.

“I don’t delete records.”

“Good.”

The officer took the phone.

Ryan unlocked it.

In the call log, Ethan’s name soon appeared.

10:19 p.m.

10:43 p.m.

11:08 p.m.

11:36 p.m.

Four calls.

Sarah’s so-called fall happened at 9:58 p.m.

I looked at those call records.

“After she supposedly died, you spoke with Ethan four times.”

Ryan’s expression did not change.

“Funeral arrangements needed to be made.”

“Funeral arrangements?”

I asked.

“Arranging for her to enter the coffin?”

“Or arranging for her to go to the airport?”

Anger pressed into his eyes.

The officer continued checking.

Soon, a text message was pulled up.

It was from Ethan.

Time: 11:49 p.m.

There was only one sentence.

[Mr. Hall, Sarah’s luggage information has been entered. Vancouver route unchanged.]

No one spoke.

I looked at the line and read it softly.

“Vancouver route unchanged.”

Ryan did not look surprised.

His first reaction was to reach out and take back his phone.

The officer stepped back.

“Mr. Hall, please do not interfere with evidence collection.”

Ryan’s hand froze in midair.

Mara’s face was pale.

Lydia stopped speaking too.

I looked up at Ryan.

“Explain.”

Ryan was silent for a long time.

At last, he spoke.

“She was going to Vancouver.”

“I knew about that.”

The cemetery instantly went quiet.

Mara’s hand loosened from her dress.

Lydia said anxiously, “Ryan!”

Ryan did not look at her.

He just looked at me.

“Sarah had been in a bad state recently.”

“She told me before that she wanted to leave Los Angeles first and go to Vancouver for

treatment.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Plenty.”

I said.

“She fell at 9:58 p.m.”

“At 11:49 p.m., the Vancouver route still hadn’t been canceled.”

“Ryan.”

“Do dead people use VIP channels now?”

His eyes paused slightly.

Mara quickly said, “Maybe Ethan didn’t know Sarah had already had an accident.”

I looked at her.

“Ethan did not know?”

“Then who was on those four calls with Ryan?”

Mara choked hard.

Ryan said coldly, “Ethan was only keeping the original schedule.”

“I never asked him to take anyone to the airport.”

“Really?”

I looked at the officer.

“Then let Ethan explain.”

The officer nodded.

“Airport police are questioning him now.”

I looked at Mara again.

“And the suicide note.”

Mara’s shoulders stiffened.

I said, “You said Sarah gave you the note in advance.”

“Then hand over the original and the digital draft.”

Mara’s lips trembled.

“The electronic draft… I need to go back and look for it.”

“Find it?”

I looked at her.

“Sarah has supposedly been dead for three hours.”

“You were able to bring the paper suicide note to the Hall cemetery right away.”

“But the electronic draft needs to be found later?”

She bit her lip.

“The paper note was given to me by Sarah earlier.”

“I don’t have the digital draft.”

“Then who has it?”

Mara’s eyes turned red again.

“Sarah was in great pain at the time.”

“What’s strange about a person in pain leaving a note?”

“It’s not strange.”

I looked at the officer.

“Since the suicide note has been used as evidence to blame me for Sarah’s death.”

“I want it sealed as evidence.”

“Including Mara’s computer, phone, and email. I want the police to secure them too. There

may be related material about Sarah inside.”

Mara suddenly raised her head.

“What right do you have to search my computer?”

I looked at her.

“Because you used one suicide note to paint me as a killer. If you want to frame me, I have to

fight back.”

The officer nodded.

“Ms. Beck, please cooperate.”

Mara instinctively looked at Ryan.

Ryan said coldly, “Why are you looking at me?”

The officer saw it too.

He turned and instructed his colleague, “Contact the tech department.”

“Secure the records on the related devices.”

Mara froze.

At that moment, the airport identity verification result came back.

The officer answered the phone.

Everyone looked at him.

Mara even forgot to cry.

Ryan stood straight, but his fingers were clenched white.

The officer listened for a long time.

Finally, he slowly raised his head.

“Airport police report that the Canadian passport held by the woman is valid.”

“The registered name is Natalie James.”

“But she refuses to provide fingerprints.”

“They also found a phone in her bag.”

“A backup SIM card was tucked behind the phone case.”

“That SIM card is registered to Sarah Winter.”

Mara’s face instantly went white.

Lydia cried out, “That’s impossible!”

The officer continued, “Airport police have taken Ethan and Natalie in for further checks.”

“Ethan still refuses to explain Natalie’s relationship with Sarah.”

“He insists on waiting for Mr. Hall’s lawyer.”

Ryan closed his eyes.

At that moment, his face finally cracked.

I looked at him.

“Your assistant took a woman who looks like Sarah, has Canadian identity documents, and

has Sarah’s backup SIM card in her bag.”

“After they were stopped, his first reaction wasn’t to explain.”

“It was to wait for your lawyer.”

I paused.

“Ryan.”

“Is this still just keeping a schedule?”

Ryan did not answer.

Lydia seemed to grasp at one last straw.

“Even if Sarah isn’t dead, you still forced her until she did not dare come back!”

I looked at her.

“Fine.”

“If she died, I drove her to it.”

“If she didn’t die, I forced her to run.”

“You have already said everything for yourselves.”

Lydia opened her mouth, but this time, she had no reply.

I gave the suicide note, livestream record, and escape route to the police together.

After a pause, I added one more thing.

“And the Hall Charity Foundation’s Vancouver project.”

Ryan finally raised his eyes.

Lydia snapped, “What does this have to do with the foundation?”

I smiled.

“If it has nothing to do with the foundation, why are you panicking?”

Mara went even paler.

The officer looked at me, then at Ryan.

“Mr. Hall.”

“Please contact your lawyer.”

“At the same time, the police need contact information for everyone connected to the Hall

Hotel, the Hall estate, the private ambulance, and the Hall Charity Foundation’s Vancouver

project.”

Ryan was silent for a moment.

“I will cooperate.”

“I hope so.”

I said.

He looked at me.

He looked like he wanted to tear me apart.

At that moment, the officer received another message.

This time, it wasn’t from the airport.

It was from the officer sealing the estate office computer.

After the lead officer heard it, his expression shifted.

He looked at Mara.

“On the estate office computer, a deleted document has been recovered.”

“The title is…”

He paused.

“Sarah’s Suicide Note – Final Version.”

Mara froze completely.

Her lips moved, but she did not dare speak.

Ryan’s knuckles tightened.

I slowly smiled.

“Final version?”

“Mara.”

“Do dead people write several drafts of suicide notes?”