"So you're telling me a woman killed Dianna?" Stanley asked, glancing between Kalix and Sean, his eyes narrowing as they both nodded in confirmation.
"That's... impressive," he muttered, a hint of amused disbelief slipping into his tone.
Sean's expression hardened. "Impressive? What's impressive about a ghost we can't even track?" He snapped. "We've pulled every string, tapped every contact. All we've got are the clothes she ditched after the murder. Nothing else. No prints, no footage, no trail. It's like she never existed."
He exhaled sharply, the frustration etched deep into his face.
Kalix, who had remained quiet until now, finally spoke, his voice calm but edged with tension. "Someone's protecting her. And it's not David."
Stanley blinked, surprised. "If not David, then who? Dianna was about to expose everything to Winter. That puts either David or Dorothy at the top of the suspect list."
