I felt a little confused. No evidence? Rebecca was right—my fingerprints were on the fruit knife itself, and any forensics department worth their salt would know immediately that I was the perpetrator.
I couldn't help but suspect that Ashton was hiding something from me. “Did you have something to do with Mrs. Eriksen's sudden appearance yesterday?”
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