Super Rich Detective System

Eps. 128 Talk With Foster Bridge

Jeremy Meyer seemed silent, and thought for a moment to recall what he was doing with Sarah Michelin.

“My last meeting with Sarah Michelin, three days before the woman died. But really, it's just a co-worker. I went to his office to deliver a company document,” he said at length.

He even showed Detective Carl his work schedule so that he could trust him.

Detective Carl reads the schedule. And indeed from the schedule there is only one time from the office meeting with Sarah Michelin. True as it is said.

“Then how, what outside of working hours you guys meet?”

Jeremy Meyer nodded.

“We're not that close Detective, believe me. Our relationship is only limited to work,” he said.

Detective Carl turns to Cheko Adams for interrogation.

“What about you, Mr Cheko Adams? What were you doing the last day you met Miss Sarah Micelhelin?” he asked directly, he wanted to end this investigation quickly.

The man immediately responds to Detective Carl's question quickly.

“Together with Jeremy, between me and Sarah is just a coworker, nothing more. Our last meeting was three days earlier at the place where he worked, when he looked sad. I don't know why,” he said at length.

Detective Carl again sighs at his testimony.

It seems like the two of them are indeed not related, his mind.

After confirming it back and matching with the data it carried, and it turned out to be clop. From the phone list on Sarah Michelin's phone, according to their testimony, Detective Carl immediately ended his investigation.

He said there was no need to extend the investigation if the two men had nothing to do with the death of the victim.

“Thank you, for the good cooperation of the two of you.”

Detective Carl shook their hands and immediately left the company.

He got into his car, then drove into the office. In the middle of the road, he just opened his phone. There was an email message for him.

“From Scarlet, apparently,” murmured, after knowing the sender.

Because sure it must be info about Foster Bridge that also makes him curious, then he also pulled over his car briefly for the sake of reading the message.

Click! The man opened the incoming message for her. The information is long, there are five sheets that must be read.

“Ke salon at the weekend?!” pekiknya, find it strange to read the hobby of an eccentric man but like to play to the salon. Basic sissy!” tagged, commented.

He continued to read all the information until it was finished, then re-applied his car to the office.

At the police station, Foster Bridge finally decided to go home, after a long time there and the business was done.

“He wants to go home, I'll try to help Carl. Maybe he is currently investigating,” said Briptu Scarlet, when he heard the man say goodbye to the others.

He just walked out of his room.

“Wait, Mr Foster!” call him, stop the man's steps.

“Oh, Briptu Scarlet. Yes, what's up?”

The man immediately turned to look at her. She doesn't usually talk to herself.

Does he want to get close to me, throw his body at me? Just like any woman does? her mind, a little arrogant.

“Mr Foster, I just want to talk a little bit about Sarah Michelin,”, said Briptu Scarlet.

She is indeed typical of straightforward women who immediately express their intentions directly without convoluted like most women who talk a lot with MSG seasoning one kilo to support their hyperbole stories.

“Michelin SARah? Why are you asking me that?” asked Foster Bridge, frowning.

Foster Bridge's mind started going nowhere, but he didn't want to be alone. There was nothing he could not do in this world. Anything that is jammed and dragged will smoothly return when he provides lubricant in the form of money.

“Do you know him, sir? He was my friend from High School.”

Of course he made up stories just to extract information only from badjetan men who like to play with the woman.

“Oh!” his reply was short, despite the huge waves in his turbulent heart and trying to hold him back.

“I don't know him. But I found out on the news that he died by suicide, what a pity.”

His expression turned flat and cold instantly, for what reason.

“Sorry, Miss Scarlet. I still have a lot of activity. If you have free time, I will accompany you to a pleasant place,” he said ending the conversation and hurriedly getting out of there.

Briptu Scarlet did not respond and just stared at the man's back passing by.

“Basic guy badjingan, ck. He doesn't admit it all. He lied and immediately ran away,” growled, then immediately returned to his room.