Glimmer of hope

SOPHIE'S POV

Days passed with me and Eva tirelessly combing through information, following leads, and questioning anyone who might have a connection to the crime. We spoke to witnesses, reviewed security footage, and even dug into Tristin's past for any potential motives or enemies. Despite their efforts, concrete evidence remained elusive.

"I don't get it," I muttered, frustration evident in my voice as we sat in Eva's apartment, surrounded by scattered notes and half-empty coffee cups. "There has to be something we're missing."

Eva leaned back in her chair, her brow furrowed in thought. "I know. It's like we're so close, yet every lead turns into a dead end."

I rubbed my temples, trying to ward off the growing headache. "What about the night of the murder? Did anyone see Tristin there? Anything unusual?"

"We've interviewed everyone who was at the party," Eva replied, flipping through her notebook. "No one saw Tristin near the scene of the crime. But that doesn't change the fact that