Morris's face contorted into a scowl. "Excuse me?" he barked. "You think now is the time to interrogate family members? My daughter is lying in there, fighting for her life… barely breathing… and you want to question us?!"
The detective remained calm. "This is protocol in an active investigation. We understand this is a sensitive situation, but time is critical. We have to rule out every possibility and gather all firsthand accounts."
"You think one of us tried to kill her?" Morris snapped, voice rising. "You're wasting time! The culprit is out there, getting away… why don't you go do your job instead of treating us like suspects!"
"Uncle…," Jean said quietly, trying to de-escalate. "Please. Let them do what they have to. Emma would want justice, wouldn't she?"
Morris turned to her sharply. "Don't talk to me like you know what she wants."
Jean flinched but didn't look away.
Logan stepped forward, voice cool but firm. "We'll cooperate, detective. You'll get what you need."
