I had no clue how that type of rope had ended up in Catherine's purse, so I decided to get in touch with the hotel manager.
Following our conversation, I received a picture of the rope used for tying up, seafood in the hotel's kitchen. It was identical to the one I had found in Catherine's bag.
I comprehended the situation. If I were to accuse her with the rope as evidence, she could have refuted me, claiming it was just a coincidence. After all, it was common for some kitchen waste to end up in the sea.
"Let's keep this under wraps for now. We have no concrete evidence," I advised Jones, to which he nodded his agreement. He warned me to keep my distance from Catherine, knowing her temperament to be even more volatile than Ariel's.
I didn't need Jones to tell me that. After all, I was no stranger to Catherine's antics.
Feeling a bit low, I took a nap in the afternoon and woke up just in time for dinner with Jones.
