Henry hesitated. "No. But now… I keep thinking about it. She was unusually quiet during the ride. And she didn't even roll her eyes when I teased her… which is very unlike her."
Detective Rao, the second officer, jumped in. "You said the house seemed occupied… what kind of cars?"
"A black Rolls. A silver Mercedes. One of them had government tags… I think."
Detective Maira glanced at Rao. "Could be connected to Morris Adams' business circle."
Rao nodded. "Or a private meeting."
Henry frowned. "What exactly are you saying?"
Maira leaned back. "We're saying this wasn't a random accident. And if what you've just told us checks out... then the timeline narrows. Someone inside that house knows what happened after you left."
Henry's fists clenched slightly on the table.
"Are you accusing Mr. Morris Adams?"
"We're not accusing anyone yet," Rao replied. "But we'll need to confirm surveillance records, phone logs, and car registrations."
