Esme and Ray exchanged a confused look. The police? It was an odd statement, one that didn't immediately make sense. They hadn't expected any such visit. The servant, seeing their confusion, hurried to clarify.
"There's an officer, Katrina," the servant continued. "She's come with her team, and... they're threatening to arrest you, ma'am, madam. They're accusing you of murder."
Ray and Esme both froze, their eyes locking in shared disbelief. Murder? The word hung heavily in the air, a bitter taste in Esme's mouth as she processed what the servant had just said.
Ray spoke first, his voice low, yet laced with suspicion. "What do you mean, murder?" he asked, his eyes narrowing. "Who's accusing her of this?"
The servant stood still, hands trembling slightly. "It's Officer Katrina," he repeated. "She's here to arrest you... for the murder of someone... and for tampering with evidence, changing it to fool the police, and making sure no one else would find out."
