Robin’s gaze held aplex mixture of emotions as he looked at his colleagues. “Sorry… this case


    isn’t under our jurisdiction anymore, so I’m not in a position to talk.”


    I had a sinking feeling in my gut. There must have been some internal shake–up because Robin hadn’t


    managed to nail the real culprit yet. The case was still unsolved.


    “Robin… could you reach out to Colin for me?” I pleaded with a nervous edge in my voice. “If I don’t


    show up, he’s going to worry. Just let me talk to him, please.”


    Robin was about to respond when Cory interrupted.


    “Officer Robin is under investigation as well. You might not want to drag him into this,” Cory whispered


    to me.


    I stared at Robin in shock. Why was he under investigation?


    “Someone reported him,” Cory murmured.


    I took a deep breath, trying to make sense of how everything was connecting at this junction. It looked


    like a jigsaw where every piece was lining up perfectly, yet seemingly unrted.


    If I was taken in for questioning, Colin would panic, lose control, and possibly go off the rails…


    Once Colin lost it, isted and without support, Henry would see an opportunity to strike. The inte’s


    rumor mill would start churning, and the public wouldp it up, seeing only what they wanted to see.


    Dexter would be out for blood, his own mother a hit–and–run victim, and he would likely take his anger


    out on Colin.


    “I have the right to contact mywyer. You can’t just take me in without allowing that.” I insisted, hoping


    to reach Colin first to at least calm him down.


    “We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t have evidence. You better cooperate,” the officer retorted, denying me


    the chance.


    All I could do was cooperate with the police investigation, as I was in the dark about what evidence


    they had found.


    And as for Foebe Larson’s secret? I was clueless.


    I didn’t even know when we arrived at the precinct. Time was flying by.


    The police grilled me through the night, demanding to know why I had allegedly ordered Hickey to kill


    Melody.


    Hickey was the teenager used of the assassination attempt on Melody, Abdul’s brother.


    “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,” I said truthfully.


    “The kid’s already confessed. He ims you were funding them, that you ordered him to kill Melody,


    promising to cover his brother Abdul’s medical bills if he did the job,” the officer said


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    coldly, the pressure in his voice palpable,


    This was Hickey’s story?


    Was it really Foebe’s doing?


    “No way…” I shook my head in disbelief, “I would never order Hickey to harm Melody at the hospital.”


    I was sure of that much. From the moment I woke up in Foebe’s body, I hadn’t been in touch with


    Hickey at all. It couldn’t have been me.


    “You better start talking!” The interrogator mmed a few photos onto the table in front of me. “Here


    you are, funding them, bringing them food, taking the kid to the doctor. How are you going to squirm


    your way out of this one?”


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    Trying to keep myposure, I responded, “I only helped them out, and there’s nothing wrong with


    that. Where’s the proof that I gave the order? Just because someone says so doesn’t mean I have to


    confess to a crime I didn’tmit.”


    “Foebe Larson, I advise you to drop the act. Come clean, cooperate with our investigation, and you


    might get a more lenient sentence.”


    “I didn’t order Hickey to kill Melody. This is all a big misunderstanding.”


    As the officer was about to respond, another cop entered and whispered something in his ear. The


    interrogating officer gave me a deep, probing look and then stood up and left the room.


    was left alone in the interrogation room, a pounding headache setting in.


    If I didn’t return to Colin… would he lose it? He seemed very determined to wait for me.


    I wondered if Robin had passed on the message to Colin.


    If he hadn’t, Colin would probably keep waiting.


    After spending a night at the precinct, being questioned to no end and without any solid evidence


    against me, they stopped questioning me. I slumped into the chair, exhausted, and fell asleep. When I


    woke up, an officer told me I was free to go.


    “No more questioning?” I asked, puzzled.


    The officer didn’t bother to answer.


    As I walked out of the precinct, I saw Robin leaning against a car as if he’d been waiting for me.


    “Hickey confessed. He said it was Zoe who told him to kill Melody,” Robin said gravely.


    I felt a wave of panic. “Who’s Zoe?”


    “Carter’s sister,” Robin’s voice was heavy with implication.


    Stunned, I locked eyes with Robin. Carter’s sister?


    “Don’t you think… it’s all too coincidental?” I challenged. No sooner was I taken in for questioning than


    Hickey confessed.


    “I did some digging–Carter was abandoned as a kid and sent to the orphanage with his sister. His sister


    has special needs and is intellectually challenged. How could she possibly mastermind such a plot


    against Melody?”