The officer held up a hand to stop her. “Cut to the chase,” he said sharply, his tone laced with impatience. Kiara bristled, her frustration finally boiling over. “I’ve told you everything I know! He never told me where he got it, and I never cared enough to ask,” she said, her voice shaking with anger and fear. “Can someone please tell me what is going on? I don’t even want that stupid ring anymore!”
The officer sighed deeply and leaned back in his chair, exchanging a glance with a colleague standing by the door. After a moment, he spoke. “The ring you possess isn’t just any ordinary piece of jewelry,” he said, his voice measured. Kiara’s breath caught in her throat, her confusion deepening.