"I don't understand why I'm here," I began, my voice wavering slightly despite my efforts to sound calm. "I've told you everything I know about that night."
Griffin leaned against the table, his eyes narrowing as he studied me. "Really, Mrs. Sterling? Because it seems like you're hiding something." His tone was laced with scepticism, and his gaze bore into me with an unsettling intensity. "You were one of the last people to see the victim alive, and now you're acting suspiciously."
"I'm not acting suspiciously!" I snapped, the frustration bubbling up inside me. "I'm just shaken by what happened. We were colleagues, friends even. She was my manager in charge of my sponsorship for the Solitude Realistic Awards."
