“Miss Sanders,” the female officer said coldly, “with the evidence we have right now, we can already charge you. The knife used on Mr. Wilson has your fingerprints on it, and the house manager, Olivia, says she witnessed everything. What do you have to say for yourself?”Sarah met her gaze without flinching. “Officer, I already addressed this. Your questions are heavily leading and loaded with assumptions. I’m not required to answer questions framed that way.”The officer’s tone sharpened. “If you believe you’re innocent, then you should be explaining yourself, Miss Sanders.”Sarah let out a thin, humorless laugh. “The only reason my fingerprints are on that knife is because Olivia tried to attack me, and I grabbed the weapon away from her. And if you’re calling Olivia a ‘witness’ against me, then tell me this.”Her voice stayed calm, but every word landed hard.“How do you decide I’m not the witness to Olivia killing Mr. Wilson?”The officer frowned, then spoke too quickly, emot
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