#Chapter 185: Prime Suspect

Iris “Miss Willford,” Detective Harris says, extending his hand. “I’m here to ask you some questions about the incident at the Solstice Ceremony.” I stare at his outstretched hand without taking it. My mind races through a million different possibilities, but all of them lead to the same conclusion: this is about Veronica’s poisoning. “Why are you here?” I ask, cutting to the chase. I’m too exhausted to play games after the day I’ve had. The detective’s hand falls back to his side. “I only want to talk, I assure you. Perhaps we should sit down…?” I glance at Emi for guidance, who gives me a slight nod. She’s ready to step in if needed, but maybe it wouldn’t hurt to hear what this man has to say. Cliff is hovering nearby, wringing his hands nervously and looking between us. We can’t talk here—not with people potentially walking past and overhearing. “Fine,” I say, gesturing toward the elevator. “Let’s talk.” We head upstairs, where I prepare a p