Mrs. Young's scalp hurt terribly, and her hair had completely fallen down. Crying, she said, "What do these have to do with me? Although I used to live in Ocean City, I have been in Rose City recently."
Freddy said sternly, "I forgot to mention, our people also hacked into the email account of the person who sent the emails, and by accident, we found photos of Mrs. Young in his inbox."
Mrs. Young had a look of shock on her face. "How would I know there are photos of me in his email?"
Freddy continued, "There's also the night a few days ago, Mrs. Young, when you left the house in the dead of night, right?"
"Yes... I did go out, but I was just feeling down and went out to have a couple of drinks. I didn't do anything." Mrs. Young's palms were covered in a layer of sweat; the pain was almost forgotten because Anthony Davis had been monitoring her all along.
Freddy said, "That night, Shirley Philip also went to that bar."
"I didn't know, I didn't meet her."