Inside the room stood the same detective who had escorted her in, along with two uniformed policemen, one stationed just inside the door, the other waiting outside. The space itself was cold and clinical, the kind of room that swallowed voices and left little room for comfort. From a single glance, AiLin could tell that most of the guests from the party had already been questioned. Only she had been left out.
Perhaps they had seen how shaken she appeared earlier. Or perhaps, as was often the case, family members were treated as the closest suspects, so they must be handled with more caution to be observed carefully, thus why she was interrogated last.
And if that were true, then the Jiang family would soon follow her into rooms like this one.
The moment AiLin sat down, the detective who had been glancing at his phone turned off the screen and placed it neatly on the table. He took the seat across from her and smiled again, that same polite, unsettling expression.
