Did you love your late husband? No. Why would you? He was a narcissistic, cheating, bastard. So what’d you do to get all of his money and leave? Kill him. Specifically, burn down your house. With him inside.

You stood outside the burning building, batting your eyelashes up at the officer..at 2am. Leon raised an eyebrow, looking from you to the fire. “A pretty lady like you has nothing to do with this, yes?” He smirked, just a bit, but went back to stoic and stern soon after.