You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 271

The young officer said excitedly, "Great! So it is Georgia who has kidnapped Joyce, that's good to know!"

"Impossible." Luther shook his head, slightly narrowed his cold eyes, and denied, "It's not that simple."

Karl agreed, saying in a hushed voice, "They have used all these tricks and traps to kidnap Joyce. Sure they wouldn't make such a naive mistake and easily let us trace the source of the call."

"So this…" The young officer felt awkward. Now that they had completely no clues at all, how should they go on?

With every minute that passed, Joyce's danger increased.

Luther and Karl both looked at each other.

In each other's eyes, they could see concern and speculation.

They intentionally exposed such information.

Did this mean…

The most likely reason was that they wanted them to believe it was the missing Georgia who had killed Joyce.

This was simply, from the right beginning, a well-planned conspiracy.

Luther stood stiffly. He did not know when but gradually felt numb all over his body and a sense of powerlessness swam through his body. He lowered his head, and the long forehead hair just blocked the gloominess on his face.

When Juanita arrived at the second precinct, she saw the bewildered Luther and froze. She was afraid, and finally sneaked past Luther and walked to Karl.

If she hadn't insisted on having dinner with Joyce and Karl today, this might not have happened. When she looked up at Karl, she was already in tears.

After saying that, he slowly walked out of the second precinct of the police station like a walking corpse and stood on the cold steps.

The silver moonlight was silent, and his body seemed to be covered with a faint white veil. This endless dark night, he looked extraordinarily lonely and silent.

He took a cigarette and held it to his thin lips, but never lit it.

Finally he dropped the cigarette on the ground expressionlessly, and without even realizing it stomped it to smithereens.

So far, no clue, no direction, not even any useful information had been sought.

The only thing he hoped was that Joyce could save herself.