Wendy Logan sat in the interrogation chair, her expression stiffening for a moment.
But recalling her father's constant reminders, Wendy Logan quickly composed herself, her face a mask of confusion. "Chronic poisoning? Is someone poisoned?"
After speaking, she even glanced from side to side, feigning curiosity.
Evan Keller tapped the table in front of him, his tone calm and cold. "Don't try to change the subject. We're questioning you now to give you a chance to confess for a more lenient sentence.
Don't try to hide things from the police. The information we have is far more than you can imagine."
A flash of panic appeared in Wendy Logan's eyes. Although she quickly controlled it, it didn't escape Evan Keller's notice.
Thinking of her father's instructions, and then of her daughter sleeping in the office, Wendy Logan suppressed her anxiety and continued to fend off Evan Keller's questions.
