Her Rebirth of Retribution

He snorted when Calista nodded her head in response, thinking that this girl was indeed the way his aunt had described - a compulsive liar!

"Tell me, why do you think she would do such a thing? Besides, the two men have plenty of money and influence, what would Aunt Yelena bribe them with?"

Calista sighed quietly, "Of course she has nothing to offer them, but what about my lovely sister? If money doesn't work, what about sex?"

"Utter nonsense!"

Wyatt stood up with a deep frown on his face, disagreeing with Calista.

"Ms. Stafford, I know you have issues with Aunt Yelena, after all it is difficult for many children to accept a stepmother. But Quincy is only seventeen! As her elder sister, how could you say something like that!" What does she mean by using sex, he thought to himself. Does Calista think that Quincy could be so scheming at such a young age that she's learnt how to use her body to exchange for what she wants? Calista merely blinked - she had anticipated that Wyatt would be unhappy to hear any of this.

"You can go and interrogate those two and see if I'm telling the truth or not. They're currently detained at your station, right?"

"You..." Wyatt hesitated.

"Since you hesitated, it means that subconsciously you do believe my words, but because you're very attached to Quincy, your first reaction is to doubt me. I have to say, your army training makes you have a pretty accurate intuition..." Calista was smiling as she said this, and even though it was a compliment, it sounded more like sarcasm!

Wyatt furrowed his brows even harder.

He didn't think that Calista would simply accuse anyone, but then he also refused to believe that Quincy was that sort of person!

He decided not to continue the conversation and turned to leave.

"Wait up," Calista called out to him.

Wyatt ignored her and continued walking. He was already prejudiced against Calista, so he wasn't going to listen to her tell tall tales.

But he was useful to Calista, and there was no way she was going to let him leave just like that.

"Officer Langley, regarding the murder case involving a headless female corpse that happened a month ago - no leads yet, right?" Calista suddenly said these shocking words as she took a sip of tea and smiled confidently.

"I have some clues that could help you, are you interested?"

Wyatt suddenly stopped in his tracks.

After a few moments he turned around, frowning, and coldly warned her, "Ms. Stafford, giving false leads is considered obstruction of justice, and you can be legally charged for doing this."

Calista tried her best not to laugh and stood up. "Well I can't convince you with my words, but I could show you. I'm sure Officer Langley is a very professional man, and you wouldn't ignore the chance of getting your hands on evidence because of your own personal prejudice, right?"

Wyatt felt convinced for the first time, especially as Calista brushed past him. He was unable to think of any counter argument, and could only follow her out.

That case didn't belong to him, but he was very curious to see what the Ms. Calista of the Staffords was trying to do.

Their conversation was not very long, so by the time Yelena had calmed down from the fright earlier and changed her clothes to meet Wyatt, the servants told her he had gone out with Calista!

When she heard that they had gone out together, Yelena scrambled to call Wyatt, only to find that he had turned off his cell phone!

In the car, Wyatt took back his phone with some annoyance.

"Why did you turn off my phone? We have to be contactable around the clock."

Calista simply replied, "The place we're going to has a signal detector, so if you bring anything that gives out a signal, the murderer will know."

Wyatt couldn't understand, why did Calista seem to know exactly who the murderer was? Was she serious? Or was she faking it?

He wondered if Calista had some sort of schizophrenia, and suddenly started regretting coming out with her.

"Alright, here we are, stop the car." Wyatt stopped the car and realized that they had reached the victim's house. Goodness, Wyatt thought to himself, even if Calista wants to trick me she should at least do a bit of homework.

He saw that Calista had already gotten out of the car, so he put a serious face back on, loaded his gun quickly and caught up with her.

The two of them looked very conspicuous as they walked along this old street that had vegetable sellers on both sides of the road, the ground all wet, and the air even carried a fishy smell.

Wyatt was used to coming to such places due to his work, but he was surprised that Calista just kept walking even though her white high-heeled shoes were dirty and stained. She looked straight ahead and kept walking as if she had walked down this road countless times.

She didn't seem bothered by the stares of the people as she walked down the small alley as if she were walking down the corridor of her luxurious palace, exuding elegance and grace. It was little wonder that some of the chatter had died down as everyone was staring at her as she walked past them.

""What is it?"

When she saw that Wyatt was no longer beside her, Calista turned around. The way she looked with her sparkling eyes can take people's breath away.

Wyatt was stunned for a few moments, then he suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and followed her upstairs.

The victim was a fifty year old lady, and most people did not get along with her because of her unfriendly personality, especially her children, who seemed to treat her like an enemy. The crime scene was very neat and tidy, with no valuables missing, so the police suspected that this was done by someone familiar to the victim, and possibly by someone who had been offended by her.

Wyatt initially thought Calista was headed for the victim's home and was about to tell her that the unit had already been sealed off by the police, but then Calista turned and headed for the unit one floor below the victim's unit.

She knocked on the door and made Wyatt panic. This action might alert the murderer!

Before he could say anything, Calista bent down and stuck her hair pin into something, causing Wyatt to respond in shock, "What are you doing? Are you trying to break into someone else's private property?" He glared at her as if she were a criminal. With those words, Calista had managed to pick the lock successfully.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Wyatt's eyes went wide - was this the eldest daughter of the Staffords or a burglar?

Calista entered the house, so he clenched his teeth and went in as well, to find that this was only a regular bachelor apartment, and couldn't understand what this crazy Calista was up to!

Calista looked around for a while, then pushed an ordinary bookshelf to the floor.

The loud crash of the shelf made Wyatt really angry now, and he couldn't help but shout, "Calista, are you nuts? This is someone else's house!"

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a tearing sound and realized Calista had torn off the wallpaper on the wall behind the shelf, revealing a newly plastered wall face.

"If I tell you the head of the corpse is here, will you believe me?"

Wyatt frowned, "I think you need a psychiatrist! Come with me!"

He grabbed Calista's hand, but she was stronger than him and pushed him away easily. Her eyes landed on a small hammer in the toolbox in a corner, taking up the hammer, she smashed it into the wall she had just revealed. This made Wyatt panic even more.

"Have you gone mad? This is not just trespassing, it's also willful damage to private property!"

He couldn't continue talking because the hard hit of the hammer had caused some pieces of the wall to fall to the floor, revealing a white package that had been wrapped with a thick layer of food wrap.