#Chapter 332 The Star Reporter

I was listening to the police talk to Victor. They were saying things like, “He was shot point blank with a nine millimeter,” and “Do you own a handgun, Mr. Klein?” “Yes, I do,” Victor replied. “It’s locked in a special hidden safe in my bedroom.” “What is it?” a cop asked. “It’s a nine millimeter,” Victor admitted. “But I haven't fired it since the last time I visited a range months ago.” “We will need to borrow it for tests,” another cop said. This couldn’t be happening. Did they think Victor shot the buzz-cut guy? One cop studied his notes. “And Mr. Klein, you admit you were looking for the dead man, a Mr. Phillip Harter?” “Yes, I hired a friend of mine who’s a Private Investigator to find him,” Victor explained. “Phil Harter was following Daisy and me while we were on vacation. I wanted to know who hired him.” “And now he’s dead outside your apartment,” another cop said and rolled his eyes. It did look bad, and it was about to get worse. “Miss Wilson,