Mrs Jackson's throat ran dry, gazing at Kieran who swiftly moved himself off his seat towards her. She knew he would have been wondering inside himself why she kept silent despite being accused of murder... But a second later, it came to her she didn't need to really worry about this.
Just because.
She cleared her throat. "We aren't having another banter yet, Mr Holland. So, let's do well not to stick fingers at each other for no certain reason."
Kieran nodded back with a gentle smile, and she returned it, though not in one other than mixed with frustration, and she turned to leave. Before she exited through the automatic door, Kieran had said,
"Don't you also feel like something doesn't connect about the guy's death? I'm not talking about why he died or who might have probably killed him... But something is definitely missing."
