Who is She?

I stared hard at the pale woman before me and I was sure my face resembled that of a frozen stone because of how frequently she was biting her lips in worry.

I was also confused. Why would she be worried? If she was behind everything that has happened, then shouldn’t her expression be hard as well, so as not to give anything away?

“Have anything to say? And don’t even think about bolting, you wouldn’t want to mess with the NYPD,” Ethan said after a few minutes of silence.

“I can’t say anything. No, I shouldn’t say anything,” she mumbled quietly, but we could still hear her. Her tone sounded really stressed and I was starting to worry.

“Why can’t you say anything? Are you the one behind all the threatening gifts?” my tone was hard, but enough to make her gaze snap at mine, and she shook her head furiously, making me arch a brow in confusion.

What the heck is going on?

“This is evidence that you are either the culprit or an accomplice and you can very well go to jail, so I suggest you s