Chapter Eighty Eight

"We have spoken to Mr. Damien's wife," the officer continued, her tone unwavering but not accusatory. "She mentioned that Mr. Damien had discussed a situation with you, specifically the death of Sheryl Jones."

Emma almost let out a sigh of relief, grateful that the real truth had not been revealed yet. But a question lingered in her mind. Why did Mr. Damien's wife lie to the authorities? Or was it Mr. Damien who had lied to his wife? She needed to find out. But first, she had to leave without getting herself into any trouble.

"That was not a situation," Emma blurted out, her voice shaking slightly. "Just two classmates reminiscing about what happened to Sheryl. The police never found the culprit. You never cared."

The officer's expression softened, sensing Emma's frustration and bitterness. "We did our utmost, Emma. But now, we require your assistance. The passing of Sheryl, followed by your old time friend and classmate's, and now her own sister being shot – it all seemed to be conne