"There's a voice message left for you," Liliana Pierce said, her voice carrying no emotion. "According to procedures, I can't play it for you now."
Lyra looked up from her seat in the holding cell. "So why tell me about it at all?"
"Because I want you to know that not everything is as it seems." Liliana turned, her white coat stark against the grayness of the police station. "I'm heading to perform the autopsy now. The sooner I get results, the sooner this gets resolved."
Lyra watched her former classmate walk away, noticing the slight hesitation in Liliana's step. Despite the coldness between them, something told Lyra that Liliana didn't truly believe she was guilty.
Once alone, Lyra leaned back against the cold concrete wall. The holding cell was bare except for a metal bench and toilet. Her mind raced through the events that had led her here. The murder of Malachi Blackwood wasn't random. Someone had orchestrated it perfectly.
