Chapter 8 - The Bride's Ironclad Alibi Crumbles Under Intense Police Interrogation
Down in the station holding room, Detective Miller slapped a signed witness statement down onto the stainless-steel interrogation table. Across from him sat the bride, her makeup slightly smeared, though her arrogant posture remained unyielding.
“Your college roommate signed a sworn affidavit this morning admitting she lied about your whereabouts on the night Natalie died,” Miller stated flatly. The bride’s jaw tightened for a fraction of a second before she forced a cold, sarcastic smile.
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“People lie to the police every day to protect their friends, Detective; it doesn't prove anything about a tragedy years ago,” she retorted sharply. “It proves you had motive, opportunity, and a complete lack of remorse when Natalie fell,” Miller shot back.
The walls were closing in, and her carefully constructed web of lies was rapidly tearing apart at the seams.
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