At Thomas's house, Anne and Mia sit in stunned silence, grappling with the recent turn of events.
"Oh no, it's the judge," Anne murmurs, her voice trembling.
"Your friend is a psychopath," Mia replies, disbelief coloring her tone.
"I don't blame her for anything, Mia. She wasn't always like this. Her only mistake now is seeking revenge through killing."
Mia shakes her head vehemently. "She has no right to kill innocent people. They're innocent, unlike Selina. She's just an ordinary girl who has lost control."
A firm knock on the door interrupts their conversation. Anne rises to answer it, revealing Officer Roberts, who steps inside with a serious demeanor.
"May I come in?" he asks.
"Sure, Officer," Anne replies, stepping aside to let him in. She takes a seat opposite him.
"Do you know Miss Richard?" Roberts inquires.
"Of course, she's my best friend," Anne responds, her gaze unwavering.
"She used to be," Mia interjects, a note of bitterness in her voice.
"And you are?" Roberts asks, turning to Mia.
"I'm Mia."
"Mia… I've heard that name before. You're on her list."
"What do you mean I'm on her list?" Mia's eyes widen in alarm.
"She's targeting the people who tortured her. Unfortunately, you're one of them. May I ask why?" Roberts presses.
"Yes, she wrote your name in her diary, Mia. What did you do?" Anne probes.
"Are you okay, Anne? You know Selina is crazy," Mia retorts defensively.
Roberts shakes his head. "I don't think she's crazy, and I don't think she ever was. She wrote that these people hurt her, and she was tired of crying. But Laura and the judge weren't on her list. We're still investigating that. Mia, you must cooperate so we can protect you. What happened?"
Mia crosses her arms defiantly. "Alright, this is disrespectful. I can't answer any questions in my friend's house."
"Why is that? Are you hiding something?" Anne asks, her concern deepening.
"It's alright, Anne," Roberts reassures her. "Miss Mia, can I have your address?"
"Anne will give it to you. I'm out," Mia states, standing abruptly and exiting.
"Sorry about that, Officer," Anne says, turning back to Roberts.
"It's fine. How much do you know about Miss Richard?" Roberts continues.
"A lot, Officer. A lot," Anne replies, her expression serious.
"Did she confide in you about the abuse?" Roberts asks, his tone probing.
"Yes, she told me her father hit her and threatened to kill her if she spoke out."
"Why didn't you report this to the police?"
"I couldn't. She begged me to stay quiet, but she did tell the police herself."
"And?" Roberts presses.
"She said they refused to help," Anne reveals, her voice heavy with regret.
"Do you know the officers she complained to?"
"Yeah, I think it was… um… Oh, James and Kevin. It was in her diary."
"Oh my God… Miss Anne, we'll finish this conversation some other time. Those police officers are in danger."
"I'll come with you. Selina is my friend," Anne insists, rising.
"You can't come with me, Miss Anne. It's too dangerous," Roberts replies firmly.
"She can't harm me," Anne argues.
"There's no time to argue. Let's go," Roberts says, urgency in his voice.
They exit hurriedly.
At the police station, James and Kevin sit at their desks, casually discussing the case.
"I really want to get credit for arresting that crazy girl. I'm likely to be promoted," James boasts.
"Me too," Kevin agrees.
Roberts bursts in with Anne, urgency etched on his face. "Oh, thank God you're fine."
"Why wouldn't we be?" James asks, puzzled.
"Why did you ignore the fact that you knew Selina? She has your names in her diary," Roberts demands.
"Who's Selina?" Kevin asks, confusion spreading across his features.
"Say what now?" James echoes, glancing at Kevin.
"Why did you refuse to help someone who needed it? That's against police protocol. You could be dismissed and even face charges for that," Roberts continues, his frustration mounting.
"She deserves every bit of it," Kevin responds dismissively.
"She was a crazy girl. We couldn't understand her cuckoo language," James adds nonchalantly.
Roberts glares at them, incredulous. "You both aren't even remorseful."
"Why would we be?" they reply in unison.
"If she isn't here, she must be somewhere else," Anne interjects.
Roberts nods, urgency replacing his annoyance. "We beat her to it."
Roberts' phone rings, cutting through the tension. He answers it immediately.
"Hello?"
Selina's voice on the other end of the line delivered a mix of admiration and criticism. "I give you credit; you are smart but also foolish."
"Selina, stop all this," Anne pleads, her heart racing.
Selina's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Oh, it's my supposed best friend. I don't have time for you, bestie."
"We need to talk."
"I'll give you the honor of coming to save our teacher."
"Selina, don't do anything stupid," Anne warns.
Selina hangs up, and Roberts and Anne exchange worried glances before rushing out.
"That girl has exceeded the craziness stage. We need to catch her soon," James mutters.
At Lizzy's house, Lizzy is engrossed in a magazine when she hears a knock at the door.
"Who is that? Come in," she calls.
Roberts and Anne enter swiftly.
"Hi, Miss Lizzy," Anne says, her voice tense.
"What are you doing here? I hope there's no problem," Lizzy replies, confusion flickering across her face.
"I have some questioning to do… about Selina," Roberts states, his demeanor serious.
"Do you have a warrant?" Lizzy challenges.
"I'm on the case, so…" He shows his ID. "Officer Roberts. May I ask how you participated in her torture?"
"I didn't do anything. That girl is obviously crazy," Lizzy defends herself.
"You're all using that to cover for what you did. Selina is targeting the people who tortured her ten years ago, and you're on that list," Roberts presses.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Lizzy retorts, her composure faltering.
"Miss Lizzy, have you seen Selina?" Anne asks urgently.
"No," Lizzy replies, her gaze shifting.
"How come she isn't here yet? Wait… are you supposed to be somewhere? Like school?" Roberts probes.
"No, why?" Lizzy answers, her confusion deepening.
"Selina is somewhere else. She tricked us," Roberts realizes, urgency flooding his voice.
"But where?" Anne asks, dread creeping in.
At the police station, Selina, disguised as a police officer, strides into the station with a confident smile.
"Hi, officers," she greets, her tone casual.
"Oh, it's the charming police lady," James responds, grinning.
"Hi," Kevin adds, slightly bemused.
"Two cups of coffee for two officers, as promised," Selina says, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"Cheers to that," James replies, taking a sip.
"Where's your cup of coffee?" Kevin inquires.
"I don't drink coffee; I drink tea," Selina replies lightly.
"That's too bad," James comments.
As they sip their coffee, James looks puzzled. "Sorry, we didn't catch your name."
"Oh, my name is Selina," she replies, a wicked smile spreading across her face.
"Wait, what?" James and Kevin exchange shocked glances.
"Yes, Selina Richards, the criminal," she declares, reveling in their disbelief.
James's voice cut through the chaos. "How are you here? Arrest her!"
Kevin stammered, his distress palpable. "I... I can't... I am... burns..."
Selina intervened, her tone steady. "Calm down. It burns faster when you're anxious."
Kevin gasped, struggling to catch his breath. "What is it?"
With a composed smile, Selina replied, "Acid coffee. Very tasty and nutritious."
James, choking on his words, managed to ask, "Why... Why? You... will pay."
"Do you want to know the effect of the coffee? It burns and damages your internal organs, and it kills faster. You're lucky you're still alive," Selina explains, her voice low and menacing.
James attempts to reach for his phone to call Officer Roberts.
"Don't bother. I can do that for you," Selina says, her smile widening.
"You will… be… arrested," Kevin gasps, struggling to breathe.
"Is that your last word? I'll tell Roberts to fulfill it," Selina taunts.
With a swift motion, she messages Roberts.
"Hello, Officer Roberts. Two officers down. Sorry, I couldn't call, but I sent a text."
At Lizzy's house, Roberts and Anne stand in tense silence, discussing their next move.
"She might be watching us to know if we've left and then come here. We should head to the station. I'll send officers to you," Roberts says, his eyes scanning the room.
Roberts' phone beeps, and Anne leans closer, anxious.
"Is it Selina?" she asks, breathless.
Roberts reads the message and swears under his breath. "Oh my God, damn it."
"What happened? What did she say?" Anne presses.
"Selina tricked us indeed," he replies grimly.
"Where is she?" Anne demands.
"Two officers down," Roberts states, the weight of the situation crashing down on them.