Sarah's POV
Finally, after what felt like forever, the door clicked open, and Claire strode in, her heels tapping rhythmically against the tiled floor.
She tossed a file onto the table between us, her face unreadable as always.
My heart raced, anticipation and dread mingling as I straightened in my chair.
“Finally,” I muttered under my breath, crossing my arms.
"Apologies for the delay,” she said, sliding into the chair opposite me.
"Further investigation has been conducted, and..." Her voice dipped, almost mockingly, “...your scent was not found at the scene.
"We also found out that those whose scents were found on the scene are guilty."
She took a deep breath, locking eyes with me. "You and your partner did an excellent job erasing any trace."
She chuckled lightly, the so
