I’m acquainted with him. I introduced him to Ruby.”
Caught off guard, Ruby swiftly turned around and shot Eliana a hostile look.
“Look, like it or not, we have to clear the air. We can’t risk getting hauled off to the station. Do you understand?”
Addressing the officers, Eliana clarified, “The truth is, we do know him. He’s a private investigator. We hired him to discreetly snap photos of someone at the hotel. I have no qualms about disclosing this.”
With no alternative, Ruby then shared the details of how Eliana had introduced her to the man.
When it was over, Ruby grumbled at Eliana, “I told you I didn’t want to come, but you kept pushing me. Now look what’s happened.”
The officers, realizing the situation didn’t directly involve them and witnessing the ongoing bickering, decided to release the two women.
As they headed back to their rooms, Eliana noted Ruby’s distraction.
“If you’re still pining for him, it’s not too late, you know”
“I don’t have the energy to discuss this with you right now.”
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Concerned about the recent turn of events, Ruby tersely responded to Eliana, “Considering what’s just occurred, how can you even think about that? I’m not as calm as you!”
Ruby pushed her door open and retreated to her room. Rolling her eyes, Eliana muttered, “Who says I even care about what you think?”
Approximately thirty minutes later, the police arrived to request cooperation from Hannah and the others for their ongoing investigation.
Officers from the city’s police department were also present.
Catching Bryson’s nod, Hannah sensed what he meant.
Silently, Hannah trailed after Bryson, awaiting resolution of the matter.
The head of the city’s police department, Alfredo Stevenson, summoned his team for the forensic expert’s findings, then had Hannah and Bryson take seats outside.
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Alfredo, well-acquainted with Bryson, scanned the report before turning to Hannah and remarking, “Based on what we’ve got, things don’t look good for you. If I didn’t know Bryson, I’d think you were the culprit.”
“Enough with the theatrics. Just tell me what happened,” Bryson retorted.
Extinguishing his cigarette, Alfredo exhaled a dense cloud of smoke.
“ALL we found on him was a receipt with your name. The SD card from his camera is missing. Someone might have wanted to erase some photos.
We’ve done some digging, and it seems someone hired him to snap pictures of you. So, theoretically, Miss Moore, you might have had a motive to accidentally kill him.
Bryson’s brow furrowed, prompting Alfredo to lift a hand defensively.
“I’m not accusing her. I’m just speaking logically here.”