"Do you have any backup for this auction invite that you received?"
Melanie let out a weary sigh and shook her head. "No. It was on my phone, and as you know, that's been confiscated by the police. I never thought to screenshot it or forward it to anyone—I didn't think I'd need to."
They were still sitting in the car, the air between them growing heavier with each passing minute as they sat just outside the hospital building, not going inside.
"That's unfortunate and actually worrisome," he said after a pause, his tone neutral but firm. "Because according to my source—someone within the department—the police received an anonymous tip. A very specific one. It claimed you'd been planning to harm your husband. And when that kind of tip is followed by circumstantial evidence—like you showing up here without a way to prove the reason for your visit, and damning search history appearing on your personal laptop—it creates a dangerous narrative."
