Flashback — Christmas Eve
Crystal’s apartment was quiet, the faint glow of colored lights strung along her window casting shadows across the room. She had just settled into the couch with a glass of wine when a knock sounded at the door.
Opening it, she found the Chief of Police standing there, his coat dusted with snow, his expression steady.
“Evening, Crystal,” he said, his tone polite but firm. “Mind if I ask you a few questions?”
Crystal leaned against the doorframe, feigning surprise. “Of course, Chief. What’s going on?”
He stepped inside, his gaze sharp. “Holly’s bakery van was vandalized tonight. All four tires slashed. I’m checking with anyone who might’ve been near the lot.”
Crystal’s lips curved into a smile, carefully measured. “That’s awful. I did stop by the bakery, but
