Luther's POV
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Dean's Office, 5:35 PM
"No, we didn't see any traces of the killer," he answered the Dean's question when the others were told to wait outside and he was left sitting alone with the man. "We came in here barely two minutes before you."
The Dean nodded once, glancing at the person standing at his right.
Professor Amelia.
The latter had her face glued to her iPad, seeming like she was reviewing something. "It's just like you suspected, sir. The cameras were blacked out during the periods when you left the office for the cleaner and when the students came in."
Although the stench of blood and death still clung to the office, the dead body had been towed out of here. News about the murder didn't spread like during Miss Benedicta's case—thank the gods.
The last thing Luther needed after a stressful flight back here was to be welcomed with unwanted public attention.
So far, the Dean had interrogated everyone else. Just him left.
