Her Suicide Note Blamed Me, So I Called the Police for an Autopsy Chapter 04

Her Suicide Note Blamed Me, So I Called the Police for an Autopsy Chapter 04

After the cemetery worker finished, his legs nearly gave out.

No one spoke.

Everyone looked at Ryan.

Ryan’s expression had turned ice cold.

“Who let you in?”

The worker shook in fear.

“I… I couldn’t reach Assistant Ethan.”

“The police sealed the road outside. The driver was stopped in the underground garage.”

“He said the organizer had to confirm whether the items should still be sent, so I came here.”

The officer immediately asked, “What driver?”

The worker swallowed.

“An airport car service driver.”

“He was supposed to deliver Sarah’s luggage to the airport.”

“Who arranged it?”

The worker instinctively looked at Ryan.

“Assistant Ethan.”

Ethan Clay.

Ryan’s most trusted assistant.

I looked at Ryan.

“Sarah has supposedly been dead for three hours.”

“Her coffin is here.”

“But her luggage is going to the airport.”

I paused.

“Ryan.”

“Why does Sarah’s funeral come with an airport drop-off?”

Ryan stared at me. His gaze was terrifyingly cold.

“Erin, stop with the sarcasm.”

“Then explain it.”

He didn’t answer right away.

Lydia said anxiously, “Maybe it was a trip Sarah arranged before she died, and the staff didn’t

have time to cancel it.”

“Fine.”

I nodded.

“Then let’s check the records.”

The officer had the cemetery management worker pull up the records.

A tablet was handed to the officer.

It was a storage record from the estate storage office.

I saw the information on it.

Depositor: Sarah Winter.

Deposit time: 8:37 p.m. last night.

Items: two suitcases, one handbag.

Note: Deliver to the VIP channel at Los Angeles International Airport at 11:50 p.m. tonight.

Contact: Ethan Clay.

The cemetery went quiet.

8:37 p.m. last night.

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

That meant she had left her luggage with the estate storage office the day before her “fall.”

And she had arranged the airport delivery ahead of time.

I slowly smiled.

“Stored one day early.”

“Delivered to the airport on the night of her death.”

“Ryan.”

“Did Sarah predict her own death, or did she book her own escape?”

Ryan said nothing.

His silence made the cemetery feel even colder.

The officer asked the cemetery management worker, “Where is Ethan now?”

The worker shook his head.

“I don’t know.”

“I have only been following his phone instructions.”

“After the driver was stopped, I called him again, but I couldn’t reach him.”

I reminded them calmly.

“Looks like your assistant is missing.”

Ryan stared at me. His voice was low.

“I’ll have someone find him.”

“No need,” the officer said.

“We will find him.”

Ryan’s face darkened completely.

At that moment, Daniel seemed to have finally found an excuse.

“Officer, this may just be Sarah’s travel arrangement from before her death.”

“After the accident, the staff did not cancel it in time. That caused this misunderstanding.”

I looked at him.

“Misunderstanding?”

“Then let Ethan explain it.”

Daniel pressed his lips together.

Mara spoke in a low voice.

“Sarah was originally going to leave.”

Everyone looked at her.

Mara clutched the fabric of her dress. Her eyes were red.

“She had been in a bad place lately.”

“She said she wanted to leave Los Angeles and go to Vancouver for treatment and rest.”

“I was the one who asked Ethan to arrange the luggage and car.”

“Ryan didn’t know the details.”

Ryan suddenly looked at her.

Mara’s words stopped at once.

I laughed softly.

“Mara.”

“Just now, you said you did not know where she was going.”

“Now you even know she was going to Vancouver for treatment?”

Mara’s breathing faltered.

She quickly bit her lip.

“I am her agent. Of course I knew some of her arrangements.”

“Really?”

I looked at her.

“Then when did she give you the suicide note?”

Mara froze.

“Yesterday.”

“What time yesterday?”

She couldn’t answer.

I looked at her and said word by word, “You knew she was going to Vancouver tonight.”

“But when I ask about the source of the suicide note, you can’t remember.”

Mara’s face went paler by the second.

The officer looked at her too.

“Ms. Beck, we will need you to explain the source of the note later.”

Mara’s lips moved, but she didn’t dare say anything else.

Ryan said coldly, “Erin, don’t interrogate her here.”

I turned to him.

“Then I’ll question you.”

The air in the cemetery tightened.

The officer looked at Ryan.

“Ethan is your assistant?”

Ryan was silent for one second.

“Yes.”

“Did you know about these arrangements?”

Ryan’s eyes stayed on my face.

His voice was low.

“Sarah did have plans to go to Canada for treatment.”

“I only told Ethan to keep her original schedule.”

“Keep it?”

I asked.

“She had been dead for three hours, and you still had the driver continue with the delivery?”

“Ryan.”

“Were you keeping her schedule, or keeping her escape route open?”

Ryan’s jaw tightened. His face went ice-cold.

The officer spoke a few words to his colleague in a low voice.

Soon, the other officer contacted the airport.

A few minutes later, the update came back.

The lead officer looked at Ryan.

“The airport confirms that there is a VIP channel reservation for 11:50 p.m. tonight.”

“There’s also a female companion listed in the reservation notes.”

“The luggage information matches Sarah’s stored bags.”

Ryan’s face stayed cold.

Lydia suddenly looked up.

Mara swayed on her feet.

I was not surprised.

I only asked, “Destination?”

The officer glanced at me.

“Vancouver.”

My chest sank slightly.

The Hall Charity Foundation had an overseas recovery program there.

It was also an account Ryan had never let me audit.

I looked up at Ryan.

“Sarah was going to Vancouver tonight.”

“Ethan made the reservation.”

“The destination was Vancouver.”

“Ryan.”

“You still say this was just keeping a schedule?”

Ryan’s gaze turned heavy.

“There’s a recovery center in Vancouver.”

“She only wanted to go there for treatment.”

“Treatment?”

“She is dead, but her treatment trip is still active.”

“Her body is going to the funeral home, but the VIP channel wasn’t canceled.”

“Ryan, do you think I’m stupid?”

“Where exactly were you trying to send her?”

Lydia could not stay quiet anymore.

She lowered her voice and said to Ryan, “Ryan, do not let them drag this to Vancouver.”

“If that side gets exposed, what happens to the Hall family’s reputation?”

I looked at her.

“Mrs. Hall.”

“Sarah is dead, and you’re not in a hurry to learn the truth.”

“I may have been framed, and you’re not worried about that either.”

“But now you are in a hurry to protect the Vancouver project?”

Lydia turned her face away.

Mara also lowered her head.

At that moment, the officer’s phone rang again.

He answered.

A few seconds later, he looked at Ryan.

“The airport has another update.”

“Ethan has already checked in through the VIP channel.”

“There is a woman with him wearing a hat and a mask.”

“Her build matches Sarah Winter’s.”

“Airport police have stopped them and are checking their documents.”

The cemetery went silent.

I looked at the coffin.

Then I looked at Ryan.

My voice was calm, almost empty.

“Ryan.”

“There’s one Sarah lying in the coffin.”

“And another woman who looks like Sarah has been stopped at the airport.”

“Care to explain?”

“Who exactly died tonight?”