The apartment, with its plush sofa and carefully arranged knick-knacks, felt strangely cold under the scrutiny of the three investigators. Ava, a study in forced composure, sat opposite them. Her hands were clasped so tightly her knuckles were white, and her pale face was a battlefield of fear and calculation. Miles's gaze was relentless, and Ava knew the polite veneer of their visit was gone. Her mind was facing a crumbling bridges of thought. "They know too much. What did James tell them? If the full truth comes out, the truth about me... I will go to jail. I can't be the only one adrain must follow me!"
Miles gestured toward the sofa. "We appreciate you agreeing to talk, Ava. We understand you and Katherine were close friends."
Ava nodded slowly, her voice soft and mournful. "We were the best of friends, right up until she passed away. A tragic, tragic thing."
"Do you know what really happened to her?" Ethan pressed, his voice low and firm.
