le and three chairs. Chloe sat on one of the cold plastic seats. The ha

an. "This is Ms. Price," the officer said. "

rd questions-name, date of birth, address-and Chloe answe

n the morning of October 26th, assa

body wen

e met the officer's eyes. Her hands moved with sha

is notepad, his face impassive. "So you're claimin

ed emphati

he officer asked. "Did any

lone in the room. There was no pro

e was take

ness, Mr. Damien Beaumont, who saw you kneeling at the scene with the weapon bes

e face of such a perfectly crafted lie, the tru

he explained, her story sounded like a desperate fant

at the Beau

ivorce agreement still lay on the coffee table, a r

celyn, were seated on the sofa, their f

mstick sent to where she belongs!"

. A mute who thought she could climb into the Beaumont family. And now

sened his tie with a sharp tug a

tly directing the maids to

. The sight of it is an ey

oat, a simple beige garment that wa

er it, and he spoke wi

They all turne

d as surprised by his own outburst a

, he walked over and took th

scent. Not perfume, but somet

l room. Not angry, not pleading, but utterly empty. Dead. The memory was

with that piece of trash?"

is voice harsh. "... Nothing. Jus

hat Lillian and Jocelyn were stunned

alked up the stairs. He shut himself in his study, le