Thinking about this, Cristofer sneered.

“Mr. Hans, there’s one thing that I think you should think about carefully,” Vincent said.

“What’s it?”

“Since Miss Hudson didn’t kill Mrs. Moorsum, then the murderer could only be...” Vincent said. He didn’t finish his words, but what he meant was obvious. “I know that Miss Abrams accompanied you to go through the hard times, and you love her very much. But if it’s really she who killed Mrs. Moorsum, you’d think carefully about her motive to do so.”

Cristofer's face darkened. “I know what I should do.”

“Sorry, Mr. Hans. I’m babbling.”

“Vincent, go on with the investigation and try to find the...