**Lucas**
Just then, I could feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and checked the caller ID—Detective Mike. Then I sighed, my eyes shifting back to Valerie. “Sorry, I have to take this.”
She nodded, and I made my way outside the club to the parking lot, where it was quiet.
"Mr. Stone, it's Detective Mike.”
“I know,” I replied. “What's going on?”
“You're off the suspect list for Layla's murder,” he confided.
“Really?” My brows furrowed in surprise. “That was fast.”
“Yes, your alibi was confirmed, and new evidence came up.”
"What kind of evidence?” My tone was dripping with a mix of surprise and curiosity. “Did they find the killer?”
"Well, it seems Layla might have taken Valerie's car from the party without permission,” he explained. “We found a witness who says Layl
