Lauren tried her best to stand on tiptoes. Half of her head and a pair of big round eyes appeared in front of her desk.
"I remembered this young lady. Is she the owner of the amusement park?"
Lauren nodded vigorously. "Yes, it's me!"
The police understood as Franklin had already informed them. Thus, as long as there was no danger, they would do their best to satisfy Lauren's request.
It was just an old man, so it shouldn't be too dangerous. He got Lauren to sign on a piece of document and then brought her to the interrogation room.
"Let me first explain the situation to you. We only managed to track down this old man's home address this morning. His name is Aloysius Arlando, and he's 70 years old this year. He has a wife, but when we went over this morning, we found that his wife had already been dead for a day."
Lauren thought of that old lady and felt a little sad.
"How did that old lady die?"
