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Ingrid was stunned. “O-Officer, there's a mistake. Luna's the murderer!”
Liam immediately stepped in front of her, protective.
Eli held Ingrid's hand, raging. “Are you blind? You're letting the killer go and arresting us? I'll report you!”
Mason was often on missions and rarely home. So besides me, no one knew that the genius detective everyone admired in the city was Iris's brother.
Even though Eli was engaged to Iris, he only knew the existence of a brother, having no idea about his true identity.
Officer Chase raised a fist. “Keep insulting officers, and I'll give you two black eyes.”
Eli backed down instantly.
Ingrid finally realized something was wrong. She cried hysterically, calling me a murderer.
I coldly stared her down. “You're the suspects.”
I ignored them and walked with Mason toward the equipment room.
Before we entered, a familiar figure emerged. I gasped.
How did a case like this bring out someone of his rank? Ingrid must have called him.
I was slapped across the face by the man.
“You disgrace! You killed someone! Arrest her now!” My cop dad, Ian, yelled at me, red-faced.
“What are you waiting for? The equipment has Luna's prints all over it! She did it!”
The same words. I could barely breathe.
Why? Am I not his daughter? Why condemn me without evidence?
While rough with me, he gently held Ingrid's wrists, even yelling at his subordinate to uncuff her.
Mason asked me, “You okay?”
I wiped my tears awkwardly and nodded.
I cut into their warm moment sharply. “Dad, you're a cop. Accusing someone without solid proof is irresponsible.”
Dad glared. “Evidence? I have it. It's coming.”
Mason gave me a worried look. I shook my head slightly.
I was technically a suspect. I couldn't act like I knew Mason well, or it might compromise the investigation.
And clearly, Dad didn't recognize Mason. That could be useful.
Mason seemed to think the same. He handcuffed me.
Dad and the others relaxed.
After last time, I didn't touch anything in the equipment room. There shouldn't be any fingerprints.
But I was proven wrong.
At the station, Dad threw a report in my face.
“The prints on the large amplifier are Luna's.”
Everyone looked at me.
Ingrid fake-sobbed. “Luna, you killed Iris. Just stop fighting it.”
Impossible. I never touched anything. Unless Dad used his position to fake it.
We lived together. Getting my prints would be easy.
But I had no way to prove it.
After Ingrid got lost, Ian blamed me and gave me years of coldness. Yet I never held a grudge, for he was my dad anyway.
Now, going through all of this, I decided I didn't need a father like him.
