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She wrapped her fingers delicately around the stem of the wine glass and raised it to her lip with the grace of a Queen.

"So, Officer...?" She asked, her face, one of cool disinterest.

"Detective Whyte."

Her face looked solemn, placid, unrushed.

"Miss Katherine, how well did you know Cross Heaven's Gate?" He inquired.

"Very well." Katherine answered, brushing her palm over her auburn hair.

"How well?" He asked.

"Well."

He gave her a pointed look and moved on to the next question.

"Do you think Cross would have had any reason to run away from home?" He asked.

Katherine picked up her glass and took a rather long sip, her eyes lingering on the black recorder. "No."

"When was the last time you saw him?"

"The day before he was announced missing. At school."

"And...did he seem worried or perhaps distressed about something?"

She shrugged. "He seemed pretty fine to me."

"Did Cross have any enemy you know of? At school or maybe, you know—"

"Cross had many enemies."

Detective Whyte seemed taken aback by her reply.

"What do you mean by that? "

She straightened her back and idly wrapped her palm around her cellphone. "Heartbreaker, ladies man, player, fuckboy numero uno."

"You mean a lot of girls hated him because he was—"

She held the wine glass to her lips. "Exactly."

"Do you think Katherine, that one of these girls could possibly be behind his kidnapping? Perhaps a recently heartbroken one? The most heartbroken amongst all these girls? The one who hated him the most?"

"It's not impossible."

"Should I take that as a yes?"

"I can think of one person."

"Who?"

"Eleanor Most Beautiful."

"Excuse me?"

"Eleanor Flawless."