Chapter 399: 387: Stop touching, I'm not pregnant (First update)_1

"Not necessarily, there's another possibility." Flynn Morris took off his glasses and propped his impossibly long legs on the chair belonging to Mr. Zach next door, "Harper Bennett has some other dirt on Linda Roberts, not afraid to blow herself up."

Flynn Morris pulled open a drawer and reached for a cigarette.

Mr. Zach had returned from the Forensic Department with news.

"The fingerprints of the other person at the scene are indeed Linda Roberts'."

Flynn Morris tossed the cigarette back into the drawer: "Get a search warrant and go to Linda Roberts' place."

Linda Roberts had more than one residence. Mr. Zach was responsible for the Imperial Residence, while Flynn Morris went to Hawthorn Hill.

Samson Harrington was at the Hawthorn Hill villa.

"Got a minute?"

"Yeah."

"Let's make a statement." Flynn Morris patted his pockets, forgetting his pen, "Can we record it?"

"Sure."

Samson Harrington made Flynn Morris a cup of coffee.