“Ethan Miller, if you’re not the killer, why are you so afraid of me calling the police?”
“I’m not afraid. But if you call the police, I’ll be taken away, and then the truth of who really killed Emma will be left entirely to them. I won’t have any chance to investigate on my own. This is my life at stake—I don’t want my fate left in someone else’s hands.”
I paused, then continued firmly:
“Sophia, we’ve been together for almost a year. You know the kind of man I am. I had no reason to hurt Emma. Even if, hypothetically, something had happened between us tonight, at most our relationship would collapse and we’d break up. Why would I go as far as murdering her and then leaving her corpse beside me? I’m not that twisted.”
After listening, Sophia’s expression softened, though her voice was still tense.
“Then how do you plan to find out the truth?”
Seeing she wasn’t insisting on calling the police anymore, I let out a breath of relief.
“Do your friends all know the code to our front door?” I asked.
“Yes, they all know it,” Sophia nodded.
Her face suddenly changed. She frowned.
“You think one of them killed Emma?”