"W-what?"
"Didn't you hold a grudge and murder her because she slapped you earlier?"
Nora: "?"
"Who on earth told you that?"
The middle-aged couple exchanged a panicked look. They went completely silent, and the mob behind them suddenly didn't dare to breathe too loudly.
Nora stared at the parents, her gaze turning absolute zero.
"What is going on out here?"
A familiar, commanding voice cut through the tension. Nora didn't even need to look back to know Nathan had arrived.
She quietly relayed the insane accusations the couple had just hurled at her, looking at Nathan in sheer bewilderment. "When the family was called in to give a statement, did no one actually brief them on what happened?"
These two didn't even know how their daughter died, yet they managed to organize a riot at a police station? If this was their baseline intelligence, how exactly were they cutthroat shipping magnates? Port Sterling's business world must be a joke.
After processing the sheer stupidity of the situation, Nathan leveled a predatory glare at the couple.
"Your timing is flawless. We actually have quite a few details regarding your daughter's homicide that require your immediate input. Please, step inside."
Panic rippled through the mob.
They had shown up ready to wage war on a murderer for the powerful Lowe family.
Instead, they had just violently threatened a medical examiner, and now the Lowes were being escorted into the precinct for an interrogation.
Reality crashed down on them. The rioters shrank back, terrified, wishing the concrete would swallow them whole.
Without Nora having to say a word, the precinct guards immediately descended on the crowd, aggressively dispersing and lecturing them.
The gate guard scoffed loudly. "I've seen some crazy medical disputes in my time, but a family rioting at a police precinct without even knowing how their kid died? That's a first. Hilarious parenting right there."
Sitting in the sterile, intimidating room, Mr. and Mrs. Lowe looked terrified. They pressed tightly against each other, looking like a devoted couple seeking comfort.
But as Nora took a seat in the corner to observe, her trained eyes caught the micro-expressions. The rigid shoulders. The slight pulling away. It was glaringly obvious that these two actually despised each other.
Nora frowned, studying them.
What was actually going on inside the Lowe family? Why was their reaction to their daughter's brutal death so incredibly bizarre?
And who manipulated them into thinking Nora was the killer?
Just as the questions swirled in her head, Nathan sharply rapped his knuckles against the metal table.
The loud crack made the couple jump, snapping their terrified attention to him.
"Officer, we swear, we haven't committed any crimes!"

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