Finch and the others stared at him, their expressions a mix of confusion and curiosity. Miles, still rattled by the vision, took a deep breath.
"The night I saw her crying in front of James's house, she wasn't wearing a necklace," he explained, his voice more confident now. "I saw her wore the necklace when we bumped into each other that morning before the exam. I think She always wore it, but that night she didn't. That night I saw a something in her hand, but I'm not sure if it was the necklace, She was clenching her fist, and I think the necklace was what she was holding. James was the one who broke it." The words hung in the air, a chilling new theory. "But why?"
Finch gave the grieving Mrs. Vance a sympathetic nod. "We have what we need for now, Mrs. Vance. We're very sorry for your loss." He said, Mrs Penelope shutting the door with the keys rattling noisily.
