It wasn't long before everyone was at the police station, surrounded by the same curious and suspicious looks, but this time she wasn't alone... Henry, Emma, and Isabella were there now.
"Well, we'll start by questioning you first, Mr. Henry," Jack says, signaling everyone to wait outside.
And so Henry said nothing and walked directly behind him into the interrogation room.
He did not appear to be tense as usual , the only certain thing was that his eyes did not leave his daughter's face until he finally closed the door behind him.
Elizabeth watches this silently, while Emma, almost feeling suspicious and afraid of the policeman's sharp gaze, whispers slowly, "I don't understand why they want to question us. We don't even know what a criminal looks like!" Her voice is shaky and hesitant.
"This is simple, don't you see? He suspects my father for some reason," she replies to her friend before leaning back in a chair, glancing at her aunt who has been followed by another policeman to question her. It seems Jack doesn't want to be in front of her right now.
'Stay there, we'll finish this nonsense and I'll be back,' she tells them, before following the young policeman.
"Now we're finally alone, let's go," Elizabeth whispers, much to the surprise of her friend, who is visibly confused. "What do you mean, suddenly?!" Before she sees what Elizabeth is pointing at with her finger...it's Clara, who has stayed behind to watch them both with a nervous expression.
"What?!" Emma whispers before looking back at her friend, who smiles slowly and slyly before whispering something to her.
On the opposite side, Clara watches with even greater anxiety the two girls' looks: 'What!! Is there something on my face?' That's what comes to the young policewoman's mind.
That doesn't seem to be the real reason... Anyway... They both stood up and didn't give Clara time to think any longer before they gathered around her... with very wide eyes...
"Wha...what!!"
"We want to ask you something," Emma tells her before grabbing her hand to stop her from running away.
"Yes, come on, tell us why your boss suspects my father," Elizabeth continues, holding her from the other side. She has become like a mouse among a group of cats with curious eyes.
"It's...it's...nothing. You're imagining things!" Clara stammered, her face completely red, seemingly trying to swallow her thoughts with difficulty.
But this trick won't work on this type of girl.
Elizabeth grips her tightly before narrowing her eyes:
"You're lying!!"
She leans towards her, saying:
"If you don't tell me, I'll tell my aunt that you were watching our house that day and you didn't do anything... You must have seen this &%* Frederick and his men too, and watched me!! And followed me, didn't you two!?" she tells her in a voice full of annoyance.
"It's...aah...it's..." All her thoughts flew away..
Looking at them... their eyes widened with even greater curiosity; they had her surrounded, poor thing...
"Okay, okay!! I'll tell you...but don't tell your aunt...I mean Isabella!"
" We agreed "
" Yes"
The two girls say with wide smiles, and Clara sighs slightly before speaking:
"The thing is...you know the famous forum that calls itself 'The Black File' in Internet"
Emma raises an eyebrow in surprise at what she hears. "Isn't this the forum famous for pictures of the dead body's of victims... Yes, what a bout that," she tells her, with surprise etched on her face.
"Yes!! You know... his owner always makes fun of the policeman in his posts," Clara tells her, glancing at the confused Elizabeth before continuing, "We found out who his owner... it's your father."
This must confuse her even more. "I don't understand! Even if my father owns this... he's a journalist after all, you know! Why do you suspect him?" she asks, her eyes filled with disbelief.
"It's not the forum itself that's the issue... It's the content of it... It's as if Mr. Henry somehow knows about a crime before it happens... Details and pictures from the crime scene... It's as if he's always one step ahead of us!"
Clara says, clenching her fist even more nervously, before slowly raising her head to Elizabeth, who doesn't take her eyes off her.
She tilted her head, deep in thought. "Why did Jack make me look at Mrs. Mary's file that day? What was his purpose in doing this?"
"DID HE?!" Emma and Clara gasped at the same second, each looking at the other.
"What an idiot! Does he think he's Sherlock Holmes?!" Emma whispers in complete disbelief.
"Yes, sometimes... I think this is because it was the last issue your father talked about on his page before he disappeared for a while... Maybe he thought you knew something!"
"And do you know?" Elizabeth asks before grabbing her again.
"Yes, do you?!" Emma says from the other side, holding on tight as if it were the end of the world.