Neville nodded.


    Yes, Miley checked in on Ste and didnt get back untilte.


    She rushed out early this morning too, right after hearing about thetest update on Robins murder.


    I bet she went straight to Ste.


    Pausing, Neville eyed Matthew curiously.


    You werent with Stest night, then? Matthews face remained unreadable, but his silence spoke volumes.


    Neville offered some reassurance.


    It doesnt matter, anyway. Ste was with Miley, and she should be fine.


    Then, his tone turned contemtive as his attention shifted back to Robins death.


    But what about Robins death? Our initial thoughts were that it was directed at Ste.


    Now, why did the mastermind push the me onto Katelyn? Its puzzling; she was just a maid, after all.


    Matthew, reminded of Lucias earlier remarks about Katelyn, furrowed his brow and mused, What if the true mastermind actually knew Katelyn? Neville quickly caught on to the hidden implications in Matthews words.


    He frowned and ventured, So, you think the murderer is someone Katelyn knows? They used her to deflect suspicion by leveraging her discovery of Stes pen? Matthew gave a silent nod, his face etched with solemnity.


    Observing his somber expression, Neville probed further.


    Got any suspects in mind? Instead of a direct reply, Matthew hesitated before suggesting, Neville, keep an eye on Lindsay. The name hit Neville like a cold ssh of water, his eyes widening with shock.


    He quickly shook off the surprise, his face settling into a mask of resolve.


    He stood up briskly, affirming, Right, Ill handle it now.


    With that, he strode out of the office, his steps quick and determined.


    Matthew was left alone, the weight of the recent issues pressing down on him as he sank back into his chair, a headache threading through his temples.


    His thoughts wandered over the days events at the police station.


    Initially, Lindsay hadnt been on his radar.


    But something about her recent behavior gnawed at him. Inwardly, Matthew clung to the hope he was wrong-after all, Lindsay had once risked her life to save him.


    Driven by an urgent need to see Ste, he bolted up and headed straight for her studio.


    Arriving in haste, he found the ce humming with the quiet focus of Doreen, who was lost in her work.


    Matthew approached Doreen, his voice tinged with concern.


    Is Ste around today? Looking up, Doreen answered, Mr.


    rk, Stes taken a few days off.


    Shes not here.


    Matthews brows furrowed.


    Why? Did she mention why she needed the time of f?