We Killed Them All, but Only One of Us Had to Pay

"I've never had such a strong intuition before. You're the first one."

"When I saw you, I knew you killed them."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked up.

"Captain Colson, do you only rely on intuition to solve cases without evidence?"

"If you keep slandering me like this, I'll file a complaint."

Wyatt remained silent, then waved his hand, ordering his men to take me back to the police station.

In the dim room, a bright and dazzling light shone on my face.

It was their usual method, which could simply and directly defeat the psychological defense of the suspect.

I was blinded by the light.

All I could hear was the sound of Wyatt tossing a stack of photos onto the table.

He laid out the thirteen pictures of the victims one by one.

His voice was hoarse.

"After our investigation, these thirteen victims were of different ages, both men and women, doing different jobs."

"The only thing they have in common is that they have had contact with you before."

"Catherine, you are now the only suspect in this serial murder case. "

I narrowed my eyes and looked at the thirteen photos carefully.

I looked at them again and again and then laughed out loud.

"Captain Colson, I have no impression of these people at all."

"How can you say I am a suspect?"

Wyatt did not answer me. As a veteran criminal detective, he would not be led by the suspect's words.

Instead, he took out the photo of the fourteenth victim, my husband, Yannick Watson.

When I saw the photo of my husband, I couldn't help but shed tears.

Wyatt stared at me like a wolf that smelled blood.

He spoke solemnly, "Catherine, how is your relationship with your husband?"

I spread my hands, a helpless look on my face.

"You heard what the neighbors just said."

"We were childhood sweethearts, married for ten years. Our relationship was always harmonious. I had absolutely no reason to kill him."

Wyatt's face darkened and he slammed the table.

Bang!

"Catherine, this is the police station! You better tell me the truth!"

"Five years ago, you clearly called the police, reporting that your husband, Yannick Watson, was abusing you!"

"Although we couldn't file a case back then because you were a married couple, we did mediate and there's a record of it!

I was startled and the water in my hand spilled.

Still, I didn't rush to wipe it, but raised my eyes calmly and looked at him.

"You said it yourself, we were a married couple."

"Isn't it normal for a young couple to argue and make a fuss?"

I watched Wyatt's lips move, as if he wanted to speak.

I cut him off before he could, my eyes full of mockery.

"Besides, isn't it all clearly recorded in your files?"

"He beat me half to death, then gave my family two hundred thousand. Later, they signed the waiver of prosecution in a heartbeat."

"Once I got the money, I forgave him."

"It's normal for young couples to have their ups and downs. I went back to living a good life with him. Why would I kill him?"

Wyatt looked at me in silence, as if trying to tell how much truth there was in my words.

I met his probing gaze openly.

After all, everything I said was the truth.

Since I gave birth to Yannick's child, he has been a completely different person.

Shedding the mask of a gentle husband, Yannick became a demon.

His favorite thing was grabbing my hair and slamming my head against the wall.

Again and again, until my head was bleeding and I was so weak I couldn't stand up anymore.