Chapter 385 - Guys, We Have More Work To Do
Chapter 385 Guys, We Have More Work To Do
Luke hummed a response and said, “It’s about a kilometer away.”
Elsa said, “I just received a call from Winston Bagir. He shot Philis Swick in his villa. Since you’re there, go over and take a look. Right, are the guys from the forensics department still there? Take them with you.”
Luke looked at the two forensic scientists, who had just closed the trunk of their SUV with relieved expressions, and said, “Yes, they’re still here. We’re on our way.”
Hanging up, he walked over to the two forensic scientists and gave them a brilliant smile. “I’m sorry, fellas, but there’s a new crime scene we need to check out right now.”
The two forensic scientists shouted, “WTH?”
Luke and Selina were more relaxed now.
They returned to Swick’s villa, which they had visited in the afternoon, and handcuffed Winston Bagir. The patrol officers then arrived to take him to the police department.
Winston Bagir was Wendy Bagir’s husband.
He was thin and plain-looking with a quiet and soft demeanor. His expression was both sorrowful and blank.
Although he had just shot a guy with a revolver, Luke and Selina weren’t harsh on him.
After all, this Winston was Wendy’s legitimate husband, and Mr. Swick, the victim, was the man who wanted his wife. Not long after the interrogation, it was all over.
The breakdown of his marriage made Winston lose all hope. He shot Swick because he thought that Swick killed Wendy.
Luke and Selina didn’t know what Winston was thinking.
Who knew if Winston had killed Philis Swick over Wendy’s death or her cheating.
Whatever it was, the case was closed without a hitch.
The judge might reduce Mr. Winston’s sentence seeing how he had been cuckolded, but that had nothing to do with Luke and Selina.
Elsa walked out of the observation room. Seeing Winston in custody, she asked Luke, “Exactly who killed his wife, Wendy?”
Luke shook his head. “We’ll have to wait for the forensics department. Maybe they’ll surprise us?”
Elsa just chuckled and left; there was no telling how long it would take the forensics department to come up with results.
Selina’s phone rang. She picked it up and spoke for a bit, before she hung up. She then said, “Alright, the forensics department found a driver’s license that wasn’t completely destroyed. They restored it and were able to identify the nude body.”
Walking back to his desk, Luke asked, “Who is it?”
Selina also walked back to his desk and opened a file on his computer. “She’s… this guy’s wife.”
Luke looked at the photo, lost for words. “Huh?”
Philis Swick’s ID photo was clear for all to see on the computer screen.
Checking the information on Swick’s wife, he sighed. “Okay. This lady even switched back to her maiden name. It seems that she doesn’t have a good relationship with her husband either.”
She was Bella Brownie, thirty-three years old, and five feet and eight inches tall, with long brown hair.
The body on the boat had the same face as the person in the photo, the big difference being that the face in the photo hadn’t been punched. Luke grabbed his coat and said, “Let’s go. I’ll buy you dinner.” Selina asked, “What are we eating?” “The seafood that you wanted,” replied Luke with a smile. At that point, night had fallen, and it just so happened to be time for dinner.
They reached the restaurant, and Selina laughed and kissed Luke on the cheek. “The lunch has turned into dinner. Not bad.”
Luke said with a smile, “It’s easy to reserve a table through a friend. Hi, Nina.” He waved.
A familiar waitress soon came over and directed them to a table. “What would you like to eat?”
Luke put the menu in Selina’s hands and said, “The lobsters are at the back of today’s specials.”
Then, he said with a smile, “Let her have a look first, and let’s talk business for a bit. Have you seen this woman?”
He showed her Bella Brownie’s photo.
Nina, the waitress, was the one who had given them information that morning. After they canceled lunch, Luke took the opportunity to make a booking for dinner.
Toward someone like Luke who kept his word, Nina was honest with him as well.
She looked at the photo and said, “I have. I once saw her arguing with Mr. Swick in the parking lot. It felt like she was going to kill him.”
Luke and Selina shared a look, and Luke asked again, “Is she a regular customer here as well?”
Nina shook her head. “No, I hardly see her. I wouldn’t have remembered her if it hadn’t been for that fight with Mr. Swick.”
Luke said, “This Ms. Bella never returned your restaurant’s boat after she sailed it away two days ago. Did you not know?”
Nina said, “It happens all the time. For unfamiliar customers, we just keep the deposit.”
Luke asked, “Do you have a list of customer deposits?!”
Nina said, “It’s with the manager. Do you need me to call him over?”
Luke said, “Thank you, Nina.”
He found Bella Brownie’s name on the list. After asking about when she left on the boat, Luke and Selina relaxed and enjoyed a delicious dinner.
When the bill was settled, Nina received an unexpected tip of a hundred dollars.
Tips were generally no more than 20% of the total bill; the extra was naturally a fee for the intelligence Nina had provided. She smiled and walked Luke and Selina to the door.
In the car, Luke said, “So, there’s nothing mysterious about this case now.”
Selina nodded lazily. “Swick was rich. He caught his wife Bella cheating on him. They were in the process of getting a divorce, and she wasn’t going to get anything. If Wendy wasn’t around, she might still have had a chance of getting Swick back, or rather, getting some of his money.”
“So, she stalked Wendy, and hit Wendy’s boat when she saw the opportunity,” Luke continued. “But we don’t know if she was the one who killed Wendy. After all, Bella doesn’t look like she could dislocate someone’s elbow.”
Selina, however, looked uninterested. “If she did it, then what’s the point of this case?”
Luke fell silent.
Of the two couples in this case, Swick was dead, while his wife died two days earlier; Bella might have killed Wendy, and Winston Bargir was going to spend a long time in prison for shooting Swick.
In this marriage game that had no winners, all four of them had suffered a complete loss and had no chance of turning things around.
