Later in the evening, Zoey lay on the bed staring up at the ceiling and contemplating everything that had happened.
Detective Gerald and Taylor had left earlier. She’d sent them away to run a forensic test on the wristwatch to identify the owner and was awaiting the results.
What in the world’s keeping them? Zoey’s thoughts sprawled. Blinking, she turned to the wall clock hanging on the wall to her left.
“Past nine,” she muttered. She reached for her phone on the bed beside her and dialled Detective Gerald’s phone.
The phone rang once, twice, and then he answered.
“Captain…”
“Detective, what’s going on?” Zoey asked. “Isn’t the result out yet?”
“Not yet,” Gerald answered. He heaved a sigh. “It should be out any moment from now. I'll call as soon as it is.”
Zoey hissed, blinking. “O
