The Mafioso's Corpse Bride

chapter 4

THE ROLLS-Royce Phantom was the brand name of the car that escorted her home the night before the murder.

When Althea woke up from a long sleep, the first thing that greeted her the next morning was an invitation to the police station.

"Good day, may I ask if this is Theodora Althea Corazon?" Upon opening the door to the sound of a person knocking early in the morning, she saw two men dressed in blue uniforms looking at her with a stoic expression on their faces.

"Yes, how may I help you?" she replied, still rubbing her eyes. It was obvious that she went straight to the entrance when someone started knocking on her door.

The man scanned her from head to toe, observing each and every nook of her body.

It looked like they were not going to joke around with her, so she remained expressionless.

I don't want to waste our time, so I'll get straight to the point. Do you know a man named Peterson Gomez? " The police officer asked her, and so a crease formed on her forehead.

What does that man have to do with her?

"Yes, I know him. "May I ask what he has to do with this?" she replied, confused about what was happening. "I haven't heard from him since last night and I'm beginning to worry about him."

Half of her words were true and half of them were lies. It was true that she hadn't heard from him since last night and she expected him to bombard her cellphone with countless text messages and missed calls with death threats due to what she did, but it's a lie that she's worried.

What does she care about that jerk?That man just played with her last night, and she's still pissed off about it.

The man continued to stare at her with an indifferent view. It looked like he wasn't going to spill anything on her, and so she was just about to open her mouth when he finally broke the ice.

"Peterson Gomez was found dead in a car near the entrance of this town. Some people have pointed out that you were the last person seen with him.

And they say that people will point fingers at you, especially when they want you erased from their sight.

The moment Althea heard those words, her heart started to race while her eyes widened at the scene of the crime.

The police showed her a photo of the body strapped with countless ropes while gunshot wounds were found in his neck, forehead, and even his mouth.

It was obvious that the man died instantly, but what caught her eyes the most was the vehicle the body was lying in.

She's inside a luxurious car, not the one she rode with Peterson towards the gala but a Rolls-Royce Phantom car, and she can't be mistaken. It was owned by the man who escorted her home.

Israel Sibal.

Her knees almost gave in on their way to the police station. They wanted to interview her, but she doubts it was any ordinary questioning.

She knows for a fact that these people wouldn't even target her if it weren't for Gomez's family backing up the whole crime scene.

This was an interrogation.

They labelled her as a person of interest in the death of Peterson Gomez, emphasizing that she had shared a close relationship with the old man.

"So how long are the two of you going out with each other?" The police officer mentioned this as he crossed his arms in front of her.

Meanwhile, she just looked pale and restless in her seat, unable to contain her fear while the man continued to question her.

"I'm asking you, how long have you two been together?" The officer repeated what made her flinch. She slowly lifted her gaze to stare at the man before she weakly answered.