Rowan's Impossible Case
Elena’s hands are wrapped tight around her glass.
“I didn’t kill him,” she says before you ask.
That’s always interesting.
“He was blackmailing me,” she continues. “Personal things. Things that would ruin me.”
“Where were you when he died?” you ask.
“In the lounge. Alone.”
No witnesses. Her eyes flick briefly toward Lydia.
What do you do?
“I didn’t kill him,” she says before you ask.
That’s always interesting.
“He was blackmailing me,” she continues. “Personal things. Things that would ruin me.”
“Where were you when he died?” you ask.
“In the lounge. Alone.”
No witnesses. Her eyes flick briefly toward Lydia.
What do you do?