"Who exactly killed you?"
Jane Sterling stood to the side, arms crossed, watching Susan Quinn. Susan looked a bit lost. She opened her mouth, then frowned tightly.
"I don't remember..."
Jane Sterling was a little speechless.
'Doesn't remember? What kind of excuse is that?'
'Could Susan be deliberately messing with me, refusing to tell me on purpose?'
"You need to think carefully. We're here to help you uncover the truth and get you justice. If you don't tell us, this case will become much more difficult."
Susan Quinn looked at Jane Sterling, seemingly in disbelief. She floated in front of her, her expression menacing.
But Jane Sterling was used to seeing all sorts of ghosts and wasn't afraid of Susan Quinn, whose features were still perfectly intact since she had died from an overdose of sleeping pills.
Instantly, Jane Sterling met her gaze calmly, without a hint of retreat.
