"So you have no idea what happened to the Jacobson household on Tuesday 2nd of January?" Detective Cleo Ashton asked the suspect, staring over the top of her notepad, a fountain pen in her hand.
"N-no, I swear. I would never do anything like that. I'm a good person! The worst thing I've ever done is steal ten pence from my mum for chocolate when I was seven. Please, you have to believe me!" John Drake, Kiara's neighbour nervously fidgeted in his seat, the hard orange plastic scratching his back.
Scribbling something on her notepad, the green fountain pen bobbing up and down, Cleo was staring at the paper, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"Oh, you can go now." She waved her hand towards the door, still staring at her notepad.
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Ashes
Mystery / ThrillerKiara's lying in a hospital bed. She can't wake up, but she's the only person who knows the identity of the person who set her family home on fire.
