the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Warren and Franz sat across from each ot

ng the cluttered board cover

ight eyes and a warm smile. "I still can't shake the feeling that we missed something

ht a sense of camaraderie that lightened the heavy atmosphere. "What's

the board. "The citadel murder and Clara's case. We're

s she approached the board. "I remember hearing abo

, his voice tinged with frustration. He leaned back in his chair, ru

description. It's like the sniper killer vanished into thin air after the shots were fired." He picked up a ph

had an airtight alibi. The whole thing fell apart. But now, with

he guests again? Maybe someone has changed their story or has new inf

the evidence. It's about the people involved. Have you considered reaching out to

We should also revisit the venue. Maybe there's a layout

determination. "We owe it to the victims and thei

relentless. I admire that. Count me in. I may no

d drove at C

eaking the silence. "They might have seen something th

door, her eyes widening in recognition. "Oh, I remember that night," she said, her voice trembling slightly.

d. "Do you still have the

, just in case. It's on a hard driv

itions of other houses. "If we can gather enough evidence from the neighbor

inquiries, visiting several more homes. Each conversation revealed snippets of information-strange cars parked n

as-a car parked just down the street, its headlights illuminating the scene. Two figures emerg

hopped into the car and sped away. "We need to enhan

it could lead us to the suspects. We should check wit

ed man was washing his car. After introducing themselves, they inquired about

a rag. "I remember that night well. It was quite the spectacle. You mi

er, a retired schoolteacher, welcomed them in and pulled up the footag

teacher nodded, adjusting the settings until the image sharpened. The

ranz noted, his mind racin

ng to find someone who could help them trace the vehicle. Hours later, they re

r Thompson," he said, his brow furrow

settling in. "The mayor?" Kara echoed, disbelief cree

would be delicate, but the evidence was compelling. As

eeted them, his smile faltering as he sense

ven years ago," Warren began, his voice steady. "We have reason

of concern crossing his face. "I assure yo

e need to know who was with you that night a

his shoulders slumping. "I was with someone that night-Lady Isabella. She was supposed to help me with

Where can we find her? And why didn't you say

isper. "If the truth comes out, it could ruin me. But it

y pieced together the clues, leadi