"She was shot in the middle of her head. The shot must have come from outside."
Helga's brow furrowed in confusion. "But you just said she was looking at the wall."
"Yes," Esme replied, her voice calm yet insistent. "You know how we talk? We walk around, shifting our focus. When we're discussing something important, we often move and glance around. It's natural."
She stepped closer to the security guard, mimicking the posture of someone on the phone. "This woman might have been engaged in a conversation, looking around as she talked. Then—bam! She was shot, and her gaze snapped back to the wall in those last moments, perhaps in shock or confusion. Within seconds, she died without even reacting."
Helga's eyes widened as the pieces fell into place. "So, someone outside shot her while she was distracted, and in that moment, she didn't see it coming. But why? What could have happened here?"
