Chapter 30 Spend Your Life in Jail

When I arrived at the police station, I learned that Leona had gone missing after our meeting in the afternoon. It wasn't until around 10 p.m. that search teams found her severely injured and unconscious at the foot of the mountain. Judging from the evidence, she must have tumbled down from the hill. They brought me in because I had a phone record with her the previous night, and her last message before disappearing was sent to me. The message read: Lydia, I've arrived. Where are you? I was completely baffled. "How could I possibly have a call record with her? That's ridiculous! We've never been in contact, and haven't spoken in months!" Despite my denial, the police immediately pulled up Leona's call logs for the past month. There it was—clearly showing that I had called her every few days. Based on this frequency, they concluded that we were close. "This is fake!" I protested. "This is printed directly from the telecom company. Are you suggesting the telecom company is lying, or the