Then, our relationship underwent some subtle changes.

One day, he tendered his resignation to me.

I was shocked and asked him why.

He was reluctant to say at first, only mentioning that he had to leave.

Under my persistent questioning, he finally told me that he had fallen in love with me!" Georgia Gray's tears slid down the corners of her eyes, "I also unconsciously started liking him. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted to see him.

I didn't want him to leave.

Then, the two of us got together."

"How long have you two been together?"

"Officially, we've been together for about a month," Georgia Gray wiped her tears, "because my husband and I planned to come here on the 18th for a vacation, and on the 17th night, he had arranged to drink with friends, and I had invited Kilo Jones over to practice the piano.

But... we lost control...

My husband came home early and found us together.

He was furious.

Then, he took out a gun from the drawer...

and fired, he fired just a single shot..."

Georgia Gray's emotions became more agitated, "I deeply regret it.

If it weren't for me, this wouldn't have happened.

Kilo Jones wouldn't have died.

My husband wouldn't have been driven to murder.

It's all because of me..."

Luke pressed further, "After the murder, how did you deal with it?"

"At first, I wanted to call the police...

but my husband disagreed. He begged me, saying he didn't want to go to prison, didn't want to die.

He knelt before me... which shattered me.

This is all my fault.

Kilo Jones was already dead.

I didn't want anything more to happen to my husband.

I let him down.

I chose not to call the police and instead helped him dispose of the body."

"How did you dispose of it?"

"We put the body in the car, intending to bury it near Highway 1, but we were both terrified, and when we arrived, we realized we didn't have a shovel, and couldn't dig a hole. We were afraid of being discovered and didn't dare to linger, so we just covered the body with some vegetation."

"Did you go to the dump site too?"

"Yes."

"What kind of shoes were you wearing?"

"Dress shoes."

"Why wear dress shoes?"

"I was originally wearing high heels, but they couldn't handle the slope, so I changed into Kilo Jones's dress shoes.

I knew it was wrong, but my husband kept begging me.

I couldn't refuse."

Luke noted this down in his notebook; this indeed matched the footprint analysis.

"Where did you hide Kilo Jones's clothes, phone, shoes, and the gun used to kill him?"

"I don't know, my husband took care of those."

"Which car did you use to transport the body?"

"A Porsche Cayenne."

"Where's the car?"

"It should be in the garage."

"Where's your husband?"

"I don't know. I told you, I passed out at the time..."

"Have you thought about why you passed out?"

Georgia Gray covered her mouth with her hand, "Could it be him?

How could he do this to me?"

"Was there anything unusual about your husband yesterday?"

"Ever since the incident, he has been very low in spirits, burdened.

I felt the same.

Yesterday afternoon, he received a phone call...

and his expression turned very ugly.

I asked him what was wrong.

He said it was something work-related and told me not to worry.

Then, he even prepared dinner and red wine..." Georgia Gray spoke as if she suddenly realized, "Did he really drug me?

Why would he do that?

Why?"

Luke had some suspicions in his mind. Yesterday, the police had searched the Gray family's Los Angeles residence and talked to the neighbors. It's quite possible that a neighbor who got along well with them alerted Arel Gray.

Arel Gray, knowing that the police were pursuing the lead to his home and fearing exposure of the murder, drugged his wife and seized the opportunity to escape.