There was a faint trace that one could make out upon close inspection: it was a footprint, delicate in shape, likely belonging to a girl.
Clearly, someone had entered and exited the bathroom through the window, killed Nancy, and staged the scene to look like a suicide.
Moses curled the corner of his lips upward; it was just as he had suspected—how could someone like Nancy possibly commit suicide?
"Gaia, was it you?"
"Sir?!" His subordinate approached, puzzled, "Did you find something?"
"She didn't kill herself," Moses nodded toward the footprint on the windowsill, "Clean it up!"
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For the following two days, the city was abuzz with two pieces of news.
The first, without a doubt, concerned Nancy. After the police had investigated, they found nothing unusual and still ruled Nancy's death a suicide from shame of facing journalistic inquiry regarding the polo affairs.