Volume 1: First Arrival Chapter 040 Eliminating Suspicion
Corbin-Johnson, probably in his early fifties.
He was dressed in a casual holiday outfit of a linen suit and a tennis shirt. His neat and tidy short hair with slightly graying temples gave him a dignified look.
At this time, he entered the room but encountered unexpected guests. He saw three people surrounding him. Not only were they in uniforms, but they also had an absolute overwhelming number of people. However, Corbyn did not feel panic at all; on the contrary, he stood casually at the door, exuding a kind of confidence from the inside out.
"Accident? What accident?"
Callum chose his words, "A fight."
"Here? Impossible." Corbin was very sure, "Someone must have made a mistake."
Of course, they can't just give up, the police still have their work to do.
Callum, "Mr. Johnson, when did you leave the room?"
Corbyn did not speak immediately. He looked at Callum, as if to confirm his identity as a police officer, but interestingly, he did not ask Callum to show his identification before giving his answer.
"About an hour ago."
"Where have you been?"
"Central Park. I'm feeding the pigeons right out front."
"With your wife?"
"No, just me."
There was a lot of back and forth, questions and answers, and Callum was going about his routine.
What about Kirk?
Kirk was listening attentively, not interrupting rashly, observing Corbin's expression and tone, as well as Corbin's body language after he entered the room.
A hypothesis is that if Corbyn is the murderer, this is the first crime scene. In less than an hour, he returned to the crime scene and was questioned by the police. Whether he was excited, scared or something else, those emotional details would inadvertently be hidden in the details of his body language.
As long as he is not a cold-blooded pervert or a serial killer, you can catch him if you observe carefully.
but--
Very suddenly, a voice cuts in, "So where is your wife now?"
Alex.
No matter how much he endured and controlled himself, Alex still couldn't suppress his impulse and the problem came out.
Callum glanced at Alex, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not scold him. Instead, he looked at Corbin, his eyes indicating that he was waiting for an answer.
Corbin, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind, answering every question, "She went shopping on Fifth Avenue."
But after answering, Corbin also realized that the question came from Alex, and immediately expressed dissatisfaction and fought back, "When did this accident happen?"
"About twenty minutes ago," Callum replied.
Corbin tilted his head slightly, "Then it can't be Ava. We just spoke on the phone ten minutes ago."
Subconsciously, Callum turned around and looked at Kirk——
True or lie?
Perhaps Kirk could give the answer?
But then, without waiting for Kirk's response, Callum realized the absurdity of his idea. Kirk had obtained the same information as him. If he could not judge, then Kirk naturally had no way of judging.
Callum withdrew his gaze, but in such a brief gap, Alex had already seized the opportunity again to carry out the police questioning work.
"Mr. Johnson, there are problems between you and your wife, right?"
This is no longer an inquiry, but more like a question.
Corbyn's expression is worth savoring, it is somewhat meaningful. He looks straight at Alex, as if he has the keenness of a small security guard.
"Why do you think so?"
Alex was a little excited. This was the moment in the movies when the police showed off their skills and he was ready to shine.
Then you can see Alex imitating the posture of the police in the movies, pacing in circles, taking out a pipe from somewhere, and holding it in his lips without lighting it. To be , there is not even any tobacco in the pipe, and it looks like a children's toy.
"Your wife doesn't stay in this room overnight. There's a travel alarm at the end of the table, and hotel slippers are randomly discarded next to the coffee table and sofa."
"Even though the cleaners have cleaned the room and taken care of the trash in the morning, I guess you should spend the long night alone in front of the TV with a whiskey."
Obviously, in the short time just now, Alex was also observing and exploring, and found clues and had his own judgment -
This security guard is really capable.
Corbin did not seem flustered. Instead, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his eyes moved around Kirk and Callum, as if he was joking:
Your job is not as good as that of a security guard?
Then Corbyn spoke.
"You are a smart man."
"Yes, Eva and I had a fight. We slept in separate rooms the second day after arriving in New York. She got another room on the seventh floor."
"But this morning we made peace, twice - if you know what I mean."
As he spoke, Corbyn revealed a hint of pride, raised his chin slightly, his face full of pride, with an expression of "you know and I know".
Alex is stuck——
He was very sure and certain that Corbyn was lying, but he had no evidence.
At this time, Callum intervened at the right time, "Mr. Johnson, may I ask if you can contact your wife? There are some things we still need to confirm."
Corbin was very cooperative, acting like a concerned citizen, "Of course, no problem."
Then, Corbyn took out his cell phone from his pocket and made a call.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
No one answered the phone.
Corbin spread his hands. "It seems that she is shopping. Obviously, she has no time to answer my call."
Alex: Is this okay?
Alex was a little excited. He turned to Kirk and Callum for help. The emotions in his eyes made it clear that he did not believe Corbyn's words.
Seeing that Alex wanted to continue pursuing the matter, Callum had to stop him.
When police investigate cases, they need to follow rules and regulations.
Maybe Corbyn is a suspect, maybe not, but in the absence of evidence and search warrant, all they can do is basic inquiries. Subsequent in-depth investigations require further evidence to support them, otherwise they may face complaints or even receive letters from lawyers.
More importantly, any evidence and testimony that is not obtained through proper procedures is invalid and cannot stand up in court.
What's more, to be honest, the room in front of me does not look like a crime scene.
So, Callum needs to stop Alex.
"Mr. Johnson, thank you for your cooperation. Excuse me, when your wife returns to the hotel, could you please ask her to go to the front desk in person to confirm. We still have some matters that need her confirmation."
Be objective, reasonable, and polite.
Corbin glanced at Callum, somewhat helplessly, and exhaled softly, “If you insist, fine, I’ll pass it on.”
Then, Callum looked back at Kirk, confirmed that Kirk had no other questions, and they said goodbye.
Alex felt helpless and depressed, staring at Corbin the whole time, as if he could see a flower on that face——
So, that's it? That's how it's cleared? They're just letting Corbyn off that easy?
Damn it!
But in the end, Alex did not act rashly. Reluctantly, he used two fingers to gesture at his eyes and then at Corbin, indicating that he would continue to pay attention to Corbin's every move, and finally took his first step.
