Leila
"I… I…" she stammered, her voice a broken thread, her mind scrambling for a lie. "I panicked. I don't remember which precinct…"
I leaned closer, my stare a blade at her throat. "Don't you remember where you were kidn*pped? Don't you remember where you came from,walking all the way to this place?"
Lucas cut in, his tone sharp, protective. "Josephine was just kidn*pped and is still in fear. Of course she can't remember anything when you interrogate her like this."
"Let her figure out the ins and outs of the matter before accusing me of being the mastermind behind her fake k********g," I shot back, my patience thinning. "Plus, she can't even recall where she was kidn*pped, but she could still hear whispers in her coma. How conveniently forgetful she is."
Josephine buried her face i
