Chapter 0518 I watched as Detective Sanchez’s face fell in disappointment.


    “you were close to the victim?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at me.


    “Merida,” I corrected him, not liking that he wasn’t using her name and making her sound like an object. “She was ina couple of my sses, but I wouldn''t say we were close.” ?And how was Merida as a student?” He then asked, emphasizing her name.


    “I’m not sure I understand the question,” I said after a short pause.


    “pid she get good grades?” He asked.


    ?Was she talkative? Did she answer a lot of questions? Was she active in ss? Did teachers like her?” His questions were almost overwhelming. I nced at Headmaster


    Prescott, and she gave me an encouraging head nod and I took a deep breath before looking back at the detective.


    “She didn’t stand out,” I admitted. “But yes, she answered questions when asked.


    She was polite to her ssmates and teachers. As far as I knew, she got decent grades. But I didn’t talk to her that much, so I’m not sure.” “Why didn’t you talk to her that much?” For some reason, his question hurt. He made it sound like I purposely didn’t talk to or isted her.


    ?We walked in different circles,” I shrugged, trying to remain as casual as possible. “We didn’t have the same friends. But I never minded her.” “pid she have many friends?” “I’m not sure,” I answered as honestly as I could. “I know she had a couple of girls


    she hung out with.” “1 have listed here that she was friends with an Alison and a Mary,” Detective Sanchez said, eyeing his paper carefully.


    “Do those names ring the bell?” “I suppose so,” I said, shrugging again.


    “I saw them around campus.” “Have you ever noticed the girls arguing?” “Not that I recall,” I stated, trying my best to remember, but I couldn’t. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Merida get into any arguments.


    “And you never had an issue with her yourself?” He asked, furrowing his brows together. “She never once made you mad or upset?” I stared back at him in disbelief.


    “No, detective,” I answered simply. Rl never got into any arguments with her.”


    “But you got into arguments before?” “Excuse me, how is that relevant?” Headmaster Prescott interrupted.


    “All my questions are relevant,” he answered, his jaw clenching.


    “L is an 18-year-old girl; of course, she had gotten into arguments before. It doesn’t mean she’s killed anyone,” Prescott hissed, angrily.


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    “1 didn’t say it did,” he said in return, not even giving her a second nce. “But there’s a connection everywhere we look.


    My job right now is to find the start of the connection.” “L has never gotten into serious trouble before—" “A student was killed by another student at your school, Headmaster. Werewolf or not, murder is murder. L was described as a popr girl who just won the election for president of the student


    ?1 wouldn''t consider myself popr. I''m liked amongst my peers because I always treat them with respect and I''m kind to them. I help them with their homework and tutor them when I can. I don’t disinclude anyone and I''m always willing to listen to theirints. That''s what makes me a good president. I''m learning as I go, but I have a lot of ideas on how to make this school better and to make everyone’s experience amazing. I''m well-trained inbat and yes, I''m a ~~ Vna. I’m learning to control my


    powers and I''m doing a better job at it than I did in the beginning. [ use my powers and mybat abilities to help students. I break up fights when I see them and defend those in need. I never once hurt a student and I would certainly never kill anyone. So, if you are looking for a tie between me and Merida’s murderer, you aren’t going to find it with me. If I saw something, I would have done something. Not only because it’s my duty as president, but because it’s the right thing to do and I was raised to always do the right thing.” Detective Sanchez and Headmaster Prescott both stared at me with open mouths, processing my words.


    Prescott was the first to recover.


    ?Well said, L,” she said quickly, giving me a proud smile. She then looked at the detective with a pointed look. “Do you have more questions, Detective?” He cleared his throat.


    “Just one... where were you the night I beforest night,” he asked, eyeing me carefully.


    My heart fell into my stomach; I knew the answer right away, but it wasn’t an answer I was able to share with him.


    Because if I did, my rtionship with Enzo would be found out.