Chapter 170: Deductions in Hindsight

Damien I could see Charlotte’s unease from the moment she began to speak. She suddenly started biting her fingernails. She stopped in the middle of the room, arms folded, biting her lip as though weighing her words carefully. Her brow furrowed, and I knew whatever she was about to say was going to be important. I stepped closer, leaning against the counter and waiting. “I don’t think it was Tim,” she finally blurted out, her voice tight with tension. I frowned. “You were so sure before. What changed?” She sighed, her hand running through her hair, and took a seat on the edge of the couch. “I was never sure. I just—when we saw him on the list, it felt like the easiest explanation. But now that I’ve had time to think, it doesn’t make sense. Not in the way we’re thinking.” I raised an eyebrow. “Go on.” “Tim… he bullied me, yes. He was cruel, but he wasn’t smart enough or organized enough to pull off something like this. You see, I used to observe him. The way he did things—his hand