Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 185: Interrogation

Chapter 185: Interrogation

Marcella sat with her head bowed and counted the ridges on the table. She’s been doing that for God knows how long. Her mind was racing all over and she needed to do something to focus herself.

The cop sitting opposite her tapped the table with his fingers. It annoyed her. It was fine for the first minute or two but now, it was torture for her. She had no way of knowing the time and she knew it probably was dark already.

Thanksgiving was over.

"When are you going to let me see my husband?" Marcella asked the cop, breaking the silence, hoping this time he would answer her.

"Do you know why you are here?" the cop asked.

"Hmm," Marcella smirked. "Now you’re talking to me?" she raised her brows.

The cop squinted his eyes and a deep furrow formed on his forehead. Marcella didn’t have to wonder; obviously, he hated her. He probably was a friend of one of the cops she exposed, or he was partial toward her for who her father was. He could also be a loyalist of Paul Romano.

Whatever! It didn’t matter.

If her dad was alive, she wouldn’t have stepped a single foot inside this police station and if her husband was conscious, she wouldn’t be here this long. Others would be making a commotion by now. Uncle Karl would be already working. If he was not in here yet, they must be blocking him.

Is Paul that big a deal? Or is this the influence of the Mellon family? Heh!

"How did Paul Romano die?" he asked.

"I already gave a statement to that other officer," Marcella said.

"Why don’t you repeat it for me?" the cop asked.

"What did you say your name was?" Marcella asked.

She saw the recorder in front of her. It looked like it was recording. The cop didn’t tell her his name. He should, right? He should follow the rules.

The cop adjusted himself in the chair and looked at her with an exasperated grunt. "Detective Keenan," he said and sighed. He looked as pissed as her to be in the same room with her.

If he was that uncomfortable, he should let her go, right? It was not like she was arrested or anything.

"Well, Detective Keenan, I got a call from Mark Paulo telling me that Paul Romano had my husband in his beach house. I rushed there. When I went there, everyone was dead. I got inside the house through the basement and found Tony in the kitchen. Paul was already dead. I called the cops again from the phone there and untied my husband. He was badly beaten up. You cannot hold me here, Detective. I want to be with my husband. Which hospital is my husband in?" she asked.

Henry must keep a close eye on Tony so she was not that worried but Tony’s life might still be in danger.

"I also have a toddler who would be missing me so much. Haven’t they run the tests already? I wouldn’t have gunpowder residue on me because I never shot a gun."

"Your guns were found in the house," the detective said.

"In the garden, Detective. I dropped my guns seeing the horrifying image of dead bodies. Ooof!" she shivered and rubbed her arms. "I still get shivers remembering the scene. I almost threw up seeing all the blood. I went inside the house without any gun."

The detective was silent for some time, just observing her. Marcella bowed her head and continued rubbing her arms. She knew how to act innocent.

Yes, she killed Paul.

Yes, she could think rationally when she was in front of a child predator. She could let that beast live. But when she heard Paul berating Tony, she couldn’t control herself. She killed him.

She killed him not because he killed her sister but because he berated Tony. When she saw her husband bloodied and, on the floor, beaten up and getting berated by that man, she couldn’t bear it.

One bullet.

One bullet was all it took. And she made it count. She hit his lung and watched as he gasped for air and begged her for help. She relished in his agony. She watched as he apologized to her. She let her shoes get wet with his blood. She watched it all with a smile on her face.

Maybe his berating Tony was the final nail in the coffin for her patience. She never forgave him for killing her sister.

She asked him about her sister’s death and his role in it. He didn’t tell her the truth. She told him that she would get him help and that moved his lips, but he still lied.

He told her that it was all Andrew Mellon.

Why would Andrew Mellon do it?

It was then the cogwheels in her brain turned and she understood what Mark Paulo told her with his dying breath.

Andrew is Paul’s son!

Mark didn’t say Andrew WAS Paul’s son. Andrew Romano had died a long time ago. The Andrew Mark Paulo mentioned must be Andrew Mellon and not Andrew Romano.

It all made sense and didn’t at the same time.

Andrew Mellon grew up getting resented by his family because his mother gave birth to him without getting married. Did he find out Paul Romano was his father and killed his son as revenge? But that didn’t make sense either.

Mellissa was the target. Andrew was an unexpected casualty.

"They found a gun in the kitchen," Detective Keenan probed.

Marcella looked at the detective and smirked. "Had I used that gun, I wouldn’t have needed more than one bullet to finish him," she smirked.

She waited until Paul died. It took ages. Tony’s face was bashed up but his life was not in danger and she took the time. She didn’t want to take responsibility for Paul’s death so she put more bullets in his face, smashing his face into nothing.

How dare he touch Tony?

After she cleaned herself up, she called the cops and informed them that there were a lot of dead bodies in the house. They asked for Paul Romano. When she told them that he too was dead, it only took the cops five minutes to get to the house.

She didn’t need any more proof to understand it was a set up to hurt Tony. She was glad Mark Paulo informed her and turned his back on Paul at the right time. Otherwise, she would have lost her husband today. She couldn’t even imagine it.

"You agree that you have hostility toward Paul Romano," the detective smirked as if he had caught her on something.

"I made emergency calls and called the local police station a couple of times before I went to the beach house. They said they will send the cops but no one arrived, not until I informed them that Paul Romano was dead. Why is that, detective?" she asked.

The smirk on the detective’s face disappeared and he reached out the recorder to stop it. At that time, there was a knock on that door.

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