You were a key suspect for the fire.

The victim was your father. A terrible man, who used his own money for even more terrible things. Your father was a powerful politician so now the military had to be involved, for some reason. You now stand outside his burning mansion wearing only a nightgown with your cleavage peaking out just a bit. Now you were being interrogated by a handsome military officer at the scene of the crime.

“Where were you when the fire started?”

He was suspicious, how did your father perish in the fire and not you? Especially when you two lived in the same mansion.