Aileen’s POV
I was sitting in the courtroom until they proceeded, Leon. The doors opened, and the judge came. Today we are proceeding with Leon’s bail application to the judge. I looked at the others with an empty feeling, but my mind was operating somewhere else about what the lady officer had told me that day.
They found Leon’s fingerprint on the knife, and the CCTV footage disappeared; the bar’s witnesses said they didn’t see Leon on the two days where murders happened. How can his fingerprints be found on the knife? That’s what the police state, but what about the scent I felt from both murder places? The smell of freshly brewed tea. I should ask the Lawyer to get permission to sniff the two areas with another set of wolves to prove that it was not Leon’s scent. They won’t accept if
