Chapter 27

The Prey

“He was a drug dealer. Donatello Maroni, an Italian mobster, wanted criminal, and you murdered him,” the officer stated his tone chillingly calm.

“I did not murder anyone,” I replied, my voice trembling slightly.

The officer leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “We’ve got your blood samples, Ms. Rosewood. If we find anything suspicious, well, all the evidence will turn against you.”

“I told you, I was at work last night,” I insisted.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “The place you claim to work at has been shut down for two years now. Are you sure you're not on drugs, Ms. Rosewood?” He paused, his gaze piercing. “Or maybe you're just confused. It's understandable, given your… condition.”

My heart pounded in my chest. “I'm not on drugs, and I'm definitely not confused.”

“Here’s my theory,” he continued, his voice dripping with condescension. “You went into that private meeting as a prostitute, hoping to scor