Chapter 173

They even said Rachel Collins didn’t like coffee at all—she only drank it that day to make peace with Maria, to show goodwill. Everything her assistant said sounded way too rehearsed, like she’d memorized a script. For every question the cops had, she had a “perfect” answer. That’s exactly why the police found it fishy. Just as the room fell into awkward silence, Ava Nelson suddenly mumbled, “I think... we might be looking at this the wrong way.” All three turned to her, waiting to hear what she had in mind. Ava set down her fork, looking serious. “If we can prove that Rachel Collins or her assistant bought that can of coffee before the incident, that might not clear Maria’s name entirely, but it’d show they’ve been lying.” Grace nodded right away. “Once we poke one hole in their story, the rest will start falling apart.” Maria and Kevin Taylor suddenly had a lightbulb moment—they’d been so caught up in who brought the coffee, they forgot to look from another angle. “But how are we sup