NICOLE'S POVThe recording ended.Detective Harris stared at the phone on the table, his jaw tight, his fingers clenched to a fist on the table.The woman, Delia Moore, was sobbing in her chair, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking with every breath."I'm sorry," she kept saying. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry.""Miss Marchetti. You're free to go." The detective said to me. “We are sorry for the inconvenience. I didn't respond, I stood up slowly with shaky legs. My wrists were still red from the cuffs, and I rubbed them absentmindedly as I walked toward the door.I walked out of the interrogation room, through the hallway, past the front desk, and into the lobby.Adrian's driver was waiting for me."Miss Marchetti. Mr. Ashford sent me to bring you to the mansion."I didn't question it.I got in the car because I wanted to see him and thank him personally for saving me again. I also wanted to ask who was behind the woman; because she couldn't have planned to
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