Who kill my Bestfriend?

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Oʀʟᴀɴᴅᴏ, FL 📍
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Continued that day.....

The house is dimly lit, and quiet except for the sound of knocking on the front door.

Leonard stands just behind it, his face calm but his mind racing. He knows who's on the other side.

The knocking continues a little louder this time. Leonard takes a deep breath, steadying himself before opening the door.

Detective Martin and Detective Harris stand on the porch, their expressions neutral but tense.

Detective Martin spoke evenly. "Mr. Leonard, we need to talk about Imani. May we come in?"

Leonard gives a small nod, playing it cool as he steps aside.

"Sure. Make yourselves at home."

The detectives exchanged a glance before walking inside, their eyes scanning the room as they passed. Leonard shuts the door quietly behind them, masking his nerves with a calm demeanor.

The detectives stand near the couch, taking in their surroundings while Leonard lingers by the door.

He watches them carefully, knowing this visit is about Imani but determined not to give anything away. He clears his throat, motioning to the couch.

"Y'all want to sit down?"

The detectives remain standing, their focus unwavering. Harris is the first to speak, her voice firm but not accusatory.

Detective Harris speaks up, "We're here because Imani's missing. There's a lot of concern for her safety, and we believe you might know something that could help us find her."

Leonard raises an eyebrow, his expression neutral, as he folds his arms.

Leonard playing innocent, "Imani's missing? Damn, that's tough. What happened to her?"

His tone is casual, but there's a sharp edge hidden beneath. He knows exactly what happened, but he's not about to give them anything. The detectives watch him closely, trying to read between the lines.

Martin steps forward, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"That's what we're trying to figure out. We were hoping you could point us in the right direction. Anything you know could help."

Leonard leans against the wall, feigning thoughtfulness for a moment before giving them a sideways glance.

"Maybe you should ask Deven about that," Leonard said in a low, slick tone.

Both detectives react, Harris's brow furrowing as she steps closer.

"Deven? What makes you say that?" Detective Harris asked.

Leonard shrugs, his eyes flicking toward the floor, playing it off like it was a harmless comment.

Leonard smirked, "Did I say something? Thought I was just talkin'."

Martin exchanges a glance with Harris, the tension between them rising.

Leonard doesn't give them anything more, his face a blank mask of indifference. He knows they're trying to get a read on him, but he's not about to crack.

After a beat, Martin straightens up, his voice a little sharper now.

"If you know something about Imani, now's the time to speak up. This is serious."