Chapter Twenty One

It took Geneva another six hours to return home. So being, it was already late and Geneva was too drained to make it to any police station.

And so, she had to wait till the next day. That was a bad idea because she almost had a nervous breakdown waiting for dawn. As soon as it was, she flagged a taxi and off she went to the Central City Police Station.

It was all over the news the previous night that due to the great attention directed towards the 'Mrs.Juiette Murray's murder case', by the media, the case was legally reopened. Due to this fact, it was quite easy for Geneva to be granted an audience with the detective in charge of of the murder case, upon request.

Twisting the truth a little bit too much, she said she was a person with a mighty thrive for justice to be upheld and so, she had bravely gone into the crime scene in the villa and had gotten an evidence written by the murderer herself.

Detective Hubert Lefebvre, a man in his late 40's, regarded her suspiciously through th