The Dead: Silent

Mr.Johnson's Perspective

I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to the story than what met the eye. As I sat across from Ava, I couldn't help but think back to the Smith case.

It had been a gruesome one - Mr. Smith's body found in the forest, close to the river. The cause of death was unclear, but one thing was certain - it was a murder. The only clue we had was a coffee shop receipt found near the scene, with a handwritten note that read "Meet me at the old oak at 8pm" in Ava's handwriting.

I had been investigating the case for weeks, following leads and interviewing witnesses. But every trail led to a dead end. That was until Ava came into our radar.

Her alibi checked out, but something about her story didn't sit right with me. She claimed she had met Mr. Smith at a cafe, but our surveillance footage showed her leaving the cafe alone. And then there was the small matter of the receipt found at the crime scene...

As I looked at Ava now, sitting in her hospital bed, I knew I had to get to the bottom of this. I couldn't ignore the connection between her and Mr. Smith.

"So, Ava," I said, my voice firm but calm. "Let's start from the beginning. Can you tell me again about your meeting with Mr. Smith at the cafe?"

Ava's eyes darted around the room before settling on me. "I...I don't remember much," she stammered.

I leaned forward, my eyes locked on hers. "Ava, we have evidence that suggests otherwise. We found your receipt at the crime scene. Care to explain?"

Ava's face paled, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of fear in her eyes.

"I...I must have dropped it," she whispered.

I raised an eyebrow. "You must have dropped it? Ava, you're not exactly known for being careless with your belongings."

Ava's eyes dropped, and I knew I was onto something.

"Look, Ava," I said softly. "I think it's time we told each other the truth. You're not just a witness or a suspect - you're at the center of this investigation. And I think you know more than you're letting on."

As I spoke, I could see the walls closing in around Ava. She was hiding something, and I was determined to find out what...

I leaned in closer, my eyes boring into Ava's. "Ava, I know you're hiding something. I can see it in your eyes. You're not the only one who's been investigating this case, and I think you know that."

Ava's gaze flickered, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of panic. But then her expression smoothed out, and she looked up at me with a hint of defiance.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I pulled out the receipt from my pocket and slapped it down on the bedside table. "This, for one thing. And the fact that you've been avoiding us for weeks. You're not the only one who's been looking into Mr. Smith's death, Ava. We've got surveillance footage, we've got witnesses...and we've got motive."

Ava's eyes dropped, and I knew I was getting close to the truth.

"What do you want to know?" she whispered.

I leaned in closer, my voice low and even. "I want to know what happened that night. I want to know what you did to Mr. Smith."

Ava's eyes snapped up, and for a moment, I saw a flash of anger. Then her face went blank, and she looked away.

"I...I didn't do anything," she whispered.

I raised an eyebrow. "Really? Because it looks like you're trying to cover something up. And I think it's time we found out what that something is."

As I spoke, I could feel the weight of the investigation bearing down on me. The pieces were starting to fall into place, and I was convinced that Ava was at the center of it all.

But why? What did she have to gain from Mr. Smith's death? And what was Lena hiding?

I leaned back in my chair, my mind racing with possibilities.

"This isn't over, Ava," I said softly. "Not by a long shot."

Im pretty confident enough to say i have got her this time(Even though i lied to her and myself).