'Last night, I only took a few sips of his blood before the mean dude barged in on us. I left him in the room right away. That alone wouldn't have made the police cause a fuss at my home, so I wonder what happened to him after we parted ways,' Giavanna thought, not knowing what to make out of the situation.
"Has your memory of last night suddenly returned?" The officer in a blue jeans jacket taunted.
"Of course, I remember leaving the hall with Mr Robinson last night. If I recall correctly, I think we chatted for close to ten minutes before we parted ways. Mr Dominic Rowen was there when I parted ways with Mr Robinson, and I was with him throughout the remaining time that I was on the yacht. He can prove my alibi," Giavanna said confidently.
"Mr Dominic Rowen?" Mr Fisher asked as he exchanged puzzled glances with his colleague.
