On the third floor of the school building, standing next to the window in the Dean's office were the two detectives that were on Gray Hundurin's case.
"I thought she said she didn't have anybody," Detective Walter states.
"Hm, clearly she forgot to mention she had a boyfriend who is filthy rich." Detective James added.
Leaning in closer to the glass, his brows creased, his right palm resting under his lower lip as he stroked his jaw with his thumb.
His eyes studied them, the girl who had claimed not to have anybody who could have probably been offended by the stunt Gray and his friends pulled.
Then the best friend who had so convincingly declared that she didn't know of anyone around her friend who could care about an incident like that.
