IMOGEN'S POV
"She was not struggling financially," I interrupted. "She had no money worries."
"Sometimes it's not about money." The chief leaned forward, her voice taking on a therapeutic tone. "Sometimes it's about pride. About feeling like a burden."
I wanted to scream. I wanted to reach across the desk and shake her until she understood that this wasn't grief talking, this was logic.
"Did you check for fingerprints?" I asked instead. "DNA evidence? Security footage?"
"Ms. Stone, we're not amateurs. We know how to investigate a death scene."
"Then why are you closing the case so quickly?"
Chief Patterson's patience was clearly wearing thin. "Because the evidence is clear. Your friend hanged herself in your shared apartment. There were no signs of forced entry, no evidence of struggle, no indication that anyone else was present."
"What about the rope?" Isaac asked quietly.
The chief shot him an annoyed look. "What about it?"
