"Yes," she replied her voice still shaky from fear. "I think it's mine."
"Indeed," he replied and Charlotte could imagine Ratzinger's broad never smiling face frown as she admitted to ownership of the evidence. "What do you think Mrs. Reeves. I don't think you've got the balls to kill."
Charlotte would have let out a sigh of relief if not that she knew very well that there was nothing he could do. No matter how innocent he knew she was, he would still have to arrest her because all the evidences pointed to her. And she couldn't possibly tell the detective about Smile. If he wasn't the killer and he found out eventually that she sold him out to the police, it could put their blooming relationship to an abrupt halt. She sighed, seeing the bad position she had gotten herself into.
"I don't know officer," she finally replied. "Honestly I have no idea who or why or what the aim of this murder was. I didn't do it."
