Jessica, who had managed to hide her drugs just in time, sat across from detective James, her expression calm.
"So, Jessica," the detective James began, narrowing her eyes. "Can you tell me what you were doing tonight?"
Jessica responded innocently, "I was just hosting a party at my mom's club. I didn't see anything unusual."
Detective James raised an eyebrow. "And you're sure you didn't notice anything strange about Michael's behavior tonight?"
Jessica shook her head. "No, nothing. He seemed fine to me. Besides, I'm not even close to him."
Detective James, who had been taking notes, didn't miss a beat. "You were at the crime scene, though. What happened between Henry, Rachael, and Michael?"
"I don't know much," Jessica said, sticking to the plan. "By the time I got there, they were already fighting. Michael slipped in the struggle, and that's what caused his death."
