"All the hints point at you." In a dimly lit room filled with a haze of smoke, Ru Quan confronted the man who had been smoking silently, "Your alibi is flimsy at best."
The air was heavy with tension, each word uttered cut through the smoke-filled atmosphere like a knife.
Victor held the cigarette close to his lips, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, "Are you going to arrest me, Leon?" His eyes, hidden behind a veil of smoke, showed neither innocence or guilt.
He didn't kill Bertha. He saw no benefit in her death.
Ru Quan's gaze hardened as he met Victor's challenging stare. He took a step forward, the dim light casting long shadows across the room, "Is there something more to your connection with Shina Night that you're afraid to confront?"
