To Love a Shadow, To Be the Sun novel Chapter 305

The police ignored his frantic protests.

A few minutes later, one officer emerged from beneath the kitchen sink, holding up a pair of sneakers.

As they compared the treads with the prints from the scene, the officers’ expressions turned grave.

“Miss Jules, I’m afraid you’ll need to come down to the station with us to assist with our investigation.”

In other words, unless she could prove these shoes had nothing to do with her, she was going to be detained.

Elara stared at the sneakers. There was something familiar about them, but she simply couldn’t remember where she’d seen them before.

“These… these aren’t mine. I don’t recall ever wearing these,” she said quietly.

“Whether you wore them or not, our forensics team will determine that. For now, please cooperate and come with us.”

Ryan looked like he wanted to defend her.

But Elara shook her head at him, signaling that she’d go quietly. She followed the officers without protest.

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The interrogation room was harshly lit, the cold white light making Elara’s face look even more bloodless.

Across the table, an officer slammed the forensic report down in front of her.

“The fibers found inside these shoes are an exact match for the socks you usually wear. That’s hard evidence, Miss Jules. Are you still going to deny it?”

Elara’s brow furrowed, but her voice remained steady. “That’s impossible. I honestly don’t recognize those shoes.”

A younger officer sneered and pressed in closer. “There were traces of blood on the soles—washed, but still detectable. The blood type matches the victim. If you weren’t the one who tried to clean up the evidence, then who was? Talk! How did you do it?”

Elara drew a deep breath and met his gaze. “I didn’t kill anyone. And I wouldn’t be stupid enough to hide bloody shoes in my own house.”

“Still denying it?” The older officer leaned in, his tone menacing. “Only your and Chuck’s footprints were at the scene. Your fingerprints are all over the couch in his apartment. You left the shoes here because you didn’t have time to get rid of them before we caught you. Confess now and things will go easier for you. Keep resisting and it’ll only get worse.”

The heavy door clanged shut behind them. Elara’s stomach twisted with pain.

By now, it must be well into the afternoon.

She hadn’t eaten or even had a sip of water since she’d been arrested at dawn, and her injured stomach was starting to rebel.

She managed to get to the door and knocked a few times.

Eventually, footsteps approached. An impatient voice called out, “What do you want?”

“Could I—could I have something to eat?” she asked softly.

The response was mocking. “You think this is a hotel? Dinner’s not for hours. Sit tight and wait!”

The footsteps faded away. Elara clutched her stomach and slid down to sit against the cold iron door.