In the elevator, Renee Jennings idly petted Cici and asked calmly, "Richie, have you considered calling the police?"
"The police..." Roy Colton hesitated. "But I don't have any evidence. Can a cat be a witness?"
Renee Jennings shook her head. "No, it can't."
"Then if I report it, will the police believe me?" Roy Colton asked with a wry smile.
"They will." With that, Renee Jennings stepped out of the elevator.
Roy Colton stared blankly at her retreating figure. Just as the elevator doors were about to slide shut, he hurried after her.
"Streamer, do you really think they'll believe me?"
Holding Cici, Renee Jennings walked with a composed gait. "First, let's get your blood drawn. Once we have the lab report, I'll take you to the police station."
"Okay." Roy Colton nodded.
He didn't know why, but he had complete faith in whatever Renee Jennings said.
Roy Colton's blood test results showed the presence and levels of triazolam and its metabolites.
