Yet, as Katelyn concentrated, nothing came to her. She couldn’t think of anyone who would use such a specific type of diamond for a button. With a puzzled expression, she hesitated, trying to recall anything that might connect her to the item.
Katelyn admitted, “I can’t think of anything right now, but I’ll definitely let you know if I remember anything.”
The officer’s expression fell slightly; he had been optimistic that Katelyn might recall something.
Just as the silence began to settle, Vincent unexpectedly spoke up.
“Identifying the source of this button might be simpler than it seems. Just focus on renowned designers who accept custom orders.”
This technique sharply focused the investigation. Not all designers undertake custom designs. This level of craftsmanship demands particular expertise and ample resources. While there are many fashion designers, only a few truly master the craft at the highest level.
The revelation made the officer smile warmly at Vincent, expressing his gratitude.
“Mr. Adams, thank you. I’ve got my approach now.” Initially, his lack of knowledge about the fashion world had left him clueless about the significance of the button. These buttons seemed to be found everywhere, and locating the exact one felt like searching for a needle in a haystack.
However, Vincent’s information offered the police a solid lead, considerably narrowing the search area.
Vincent acknowledged this with a nod.
After leaving the police station with Vincent, Katelyn stopped and faced him, her eyebrows knitting together.
“I’m starting to think Lise’s death might be linked to someone we know.” The button’s familiarity was too striking to ignore.
With a playful tap on her forehead, Vincent whispered, “Don’t stress it. How about we grab some dinner?” He then walked toward the car. Katelyn touched her forehead, watching him walk away, caught off guard for a moment. His gesture felt unusually intimate, but she didn’t hate it. Instead, she wanted more.
She inhaled deeply, touched her forehead again, and chose to sideline her deeper feelings about what might unfold with him. Dwelling on the possibilities of what might develop with him was something she chose to avoid.
By the time she looked over, Vincent had already settled comfortably in the car. Seeing him start the engine, Katelyn quickly climbed in and shut the door.
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Turning toward him, she asked, “Where are we heading?”
Moments like these, dining alone with him, were rare. Although she had resolved to maintain a certain distance, she reasoned that sharing a meal together was harmless and decided not to overthink it.
Vincent offered a warm smile as he replied, “There’s a new restaurant in town that’s been getting fantastic reviews.”
With a small nod, Katelyn agreed, keeping her curiosity in check.
In just twenty minutes, they arrived at the restaurant.
Stepping out of the car, Katelyn followed Vincent inside. The sleek, modern design of the building made it clear that the restaurant was brand new. Its popularity was evident from the long line of people waiting outside. Ignoring the queue, they walked straight in.
“Mr. Adams, Miss Bailey, this way, please,” the waiter said, confirming Vincent had made a reservation.
As they were led toward a private room, Katelyn suddenly paused. Noticing her hesitation, Vincent frowned slightly and asked, “Is something wrong?”
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