Agnes Pritchard took a sip of her freshly squeezed juice and looked up, skepticism etched across her face. “Even though there's a possibility of truth in what you're saying, I still don't believe you, Valeria. This so-called 'new evidence' might just be something you've fabricated. Sure, Ms. Thomas could potentially pull off something like that, but...”
Valeria Thomas offered a wry smile. “I knew you wouldn't believe me at face value, which is why I went the extra mile to uncover some new evidence.”
Agnes fell silent, her gaze fixed on Valeria, clearly waiting for her to reveal this new piece of evidence.
Valeria handed Agnes a photograph. “I managed to obtain this from the forensic report. The chemist was found dead around 6 PM, lying in a pool of his own blood. His last call, made half an hour before his death, was to my father. This makes my father the prime suspect in his murder.”
Agnes, puzzled, inquired, “How does this prove anything?”
“The twist here is that the chemist died from a gunshot to the head, instant death. According to the coroner's report, he had been dead for at least two hours before his body was discovered. If he was already dead, how could there have been a call made to my father? It's clear someone orchestrated this, making the call post-mortem to frame my father. But they made a critical mistake by not aligning the chemist's actual time of death with the timing of the body’s discovery,” Valeria explained.
“Why haven't you taken this evidence to the police?” Agnes questioned.
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