“Overstepped?” Rami interrupted, his sharp eyes studying her. “Who are you to say the conclusion is incorrect? Do you even know what you’re talking about?”
Layla straightened, suddenly emboldened by the truth. “I’m just a cleaner, but I couldn’t ignore the details. The key in his hand doesn’t make sense if it was a robbery. It’s like… he was trying to protect something, or someone, before he died. Maybe the killer was someone he trusted.”
Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, no one spoke. Then, to her surprise, Rami’s frown softened into curiosity. “Come with me,” he said gruffly.
In the interrogation room, Rami laid out the crime scene photos and asked Layla to walk him through her observations. Nervously, she began pointing out inconsistencies—the victim’s relaxed posture despite the violence of the attack, the peculiar placement of a shattered glass nearby, and the distinct absence of struggle marks around the room.
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“You have a sharp eye,” Rami admitted, leaning back in his chair. “How did you notice all that?”
Layla hesitated. “I… I see things differently. When something’s out of place, it bothers me. My mind tries to… fix it, like a puzzle. I can’t help it.”
Over the next few hours, Layla’s insights led to the discovery of overlooked evidence—a fingerprint smudged on the key, and a second set of footprints leading out of the crime scene. Her deductions pointed toward the victim’s business partner, a man with a clean record but a motive to kill. By the end of the day, the police had reopened the case.
In the interrogation room, Rami spread the crime scene photos across the table, each one a frozen moment in time begging for answers. Layla’s stomach churned at the sight of the blood pooling around the victim’s body and the faint outline of the shattered glass near his head.
"Alright, if you think you’re so clever, walk me through it," Rami challenged, his tone skeptical but intrigued.
Layla took a deep breath. “Okay. Look at his hand,” she said, pointing to the photo. “The key is clutched tightly, but notice the angle of his fingers. It’s not consistent with someone snatching it in a struggle. It’s more like… like he was hiding it.”