Everyone in that room should've gotten an award. We all sport the same look of confusion.
"Death?" Ryder laughs. "Sorry, but this is my family, and we are all accounted for. I don't understand."
"I see," Detective Roynest says as he stares at me.
I smile at him. He then removes a small notepad from the inside of his jacket. He opens it and examines it.
"So there isn't a Fallon Cadiz working here?" He asks, looking around at all of us.
Okay, I tell myself. This is my moment. I need to be convincing.
"Yes, there was! As of yesterday, she no longer works here. I caught her red-handed trying to steal a fifty-thousand-dollar tennis bracelet. The one my fiancé bought me for Christmas."
I cross my arms over my chest and roll my eyes. I pretend to be agitated and make my way to Ryder. He wraps his arm around my shoulders.