The police arrived on the island early in the morning and secured the murder scene, taking Cindy's body along with the greatsword, which was the murder weapon, for further analysis. Before the forensics left, they estimated the time of death to be between eight and nine in the evening.
"Can you tell us where you were last night before and after eight in the evening?" asked the senior detective—a young black-haired man with a charming smile, or so it seemed, but in truth it was nothing more than a perverted grin.
He sat on the sofa inside the hotel room assigned for interrogation, while his assistant, a handsome blond-haired new junior detective, stood by the door.
It wasn't that the junior detective was guarding the door that he wasn't sitting beside the senior detective; rather, the two of them weren't particularly close, having been assigned as partners for the first time.
