"You can’t even hide how hard you’re trying to make me look guilty, can you?" I snapped, unable to contain myself. "Can’t a woman have a glass of wine after a shitty day at work anymore?"
Alan let out an exhausted sigh, rubbing his temples.
"We want to believe you." He paused, giving me a look that carried a clear message. I believe you. And that was all I needed to calm down instantly, knowing that at least Alan did not suspect me. "But we need more information about this death. Until then, it’s better if you stay here."
"Alright," I nodded solemnly, understanding. "I can stay here helping you with the investigation. During the night, I had some insights that could bring us closer to the Ripper’s identity. I found a place—"
"I mean here at the station." He paused again. His face twist
