The police officers stood in the Covington mansion's foyer, their uniforms crisp and faces professional as they addressed Orla Moreau.
"Miss Moreau, we need to ask you some questions regarding Julian Blackwood," Officer Jenkins stated. His tone was neutral, but his eyes were sharp with scrutiny.
Orla's face had gone paper-white. She glanced frantically between the officers, Jasper, and finally at Lyra, who stood watching from the threshold with unnerving calm.
"Questions? I don't understand." Orla's voice trembled. "I have nothing to do with Julian Blackwood."
Lyra stepped forward, her movements deliberate. "That's strange, Orla. The entire city just heard Julian screaming your name on live television."
The officer nodded. "We have a recording that appears to be a conversation between you and Mr. Blackwood discussing the murder."
"That's absurd!" Orla's eyes widened. She turned to Jasper, reaching for his arm. "Tell them this is ridiculous!"
