CELESTINE's P O V

As I sat next to Arnold in his car, I brushed away my tears and sniffled, trying to compose myself. He had rolled the partition up so that we could converse freely without having to be concerned about Jason and his security, who were sitting at the front of the car. We’ve decided that being here was safer, in case there were reporters around, or Leina’s accomplice.

‘‘So, you’ve heard it from Louis…’’ I whispered, and Arnold nodded.

He told me that he left that night because Louis insisted that he should come to see what Chris had found out—it was Leina's fingerprints that matched what...