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Despite her being Lily's sister, I couldn't ignore such brutal murder.
I explained the situation. The police, taking it seriously, told me to wait somewhere safe.
Relieved, I called Lily.
She didn't believe me." You must be mistaken. Claire killing Ryan? She's too timid to kill a fish!"
"I saw it with my own eyes..I've called the police—they're coming."
She asked me to keep her updated.
I waited in a corner where I could see the studio clearly, ready to show the police or watch for anyone leaving.
Police cars arrived quickly. I approached, recounting what I saw.
Officer Bennett, the one in charge, listened gravely and then knocked on the studio door.
A woman opened it and smiled.
She introduced herself as Ms. Morgan, the studio owner.
"Where's Claire Brooks?" I demanded.
"Claire's inside, shooting," she replied politely.
Bennett was cautious, posted a guard at the door and led us in.
Women were coming down from the second floor, saying goodbye to Ms. Morgan.
I urged Bennett," They were there during the murder—don't let them leave!"
He calmed me down." We can't detain them on what you said. If we find bodies upstairs, none will escape."
Reassured, I raced upstairs, which startled some women.
But the studio was bustling—no bodies, no blood. Claire, in a swimsuit, posed under lights, her figure dazzling yet terrifying to me.
Officers secured the scene, searching every corner.
Claire, wrapping herself in a coat, approached."Jack, why are you here?"
I pointed at her, trembling and too scared to speak.
"Jack, you're scaring me."
She reverted to her shy, gentle facade.
"Where's Ryan Carter?" I shouted.
"Ryan? I don't know what you mean."Gone was her murderous frenzy—she seemed frail.
"Don't pretend! I saw you kill him, and two others! Where are they, you murderer?"
Claire's jaw dropped, and tears welled up in her eyes. She looked really pitiful, but it just made me more scared.
