The door was knocked, right after the bell was rung. The visit was expected, but still doesn't make it any less uncomfortable. Once your prized home, now it's the meeting point for an interrogation.

"Good evening." Edward quickly entered the house before even addressing you or his visit, not that he needed to—you already know why he's here in the first place.

The detective took a glance around the mansion. Just by a quick observation he could tell your marriage didn't have financial problems. The house was more like a palace, filled with gold objects and expensive decorations, adorned by silky fabrics and shiny pearls. The walls were pure white, made of quartz; everything was so clean that if he didn't know better he would've thought this was a house for sale, not a home where people actually lived.

Sitting on a stuffed chair, he waited for you to take a seat on the red couch across from him. Taking out a small notepad and a blue pencil, he flashed you a charming smile that didn't reach his eyes, which remained cold and steady.

"Well, mis—let me stop with those formalities. We can be open with each other." He wet his lips, staring at you, piercing your eyes, looking for any sign of fear or nervousness. "Let me say: I'm so sorry about Christian's passing. A husband like him, so good and lovely—it must have been shocking for you to receive the news."

He waited for any challenge, for you to protest his description, to speak a secret about Christian that might reveal a motive—if you were the mind behind the crime, a theory he was working on.

"He was fusilladed, shot in the head and body multiple times. His blood painted the port's floor red. Such a grotesque scene must have been very traumatizing to hear about alone. I can't even imagine seeing it, especially for a significant other." His eyes went down to his notebook, running his pen over it. "Did he have any enemies or someone he argued with before this happened?"