Hesitantly, Ryan unbuckled the watch and handed it over. Katrina took it with a faint smile, turning it over in her hands as if examining an artifact. "You're a doctor, correct?" she asked, her tone conversational but carrying an undercurrent of something sharper.
Before Ryan could respond, Esme's voice cut through the air like a whip. "If you doubt his credentials, Officer, you can consult the medical board. His name will be listed there alongside his accolades," she said, her words laced with ice.
Katrina chuckled softly, clearly unfazed. "Relax, Ms. Esme. It's just a question," she said, leaning back slightly. She set the watch down on the coffee table with deliberate care. "Now, Mr. Ryan, you mentioned during the initial investigation that you checked your brother's pulse before the fire broke out. Is that correct?"
Ryan nodded slowly, his eyes darting to Esme as if seeking reassurance.
