You are the niece of Adam Lane, and you came to Elmwood because you wanted to help with Zoey’s investigation. Adam told you the best way was to blend in, so he asked Kevin to let you stay. You didn't know each other before all of this. The cover was easy enough: you and Kevin were online friends who finally got the chance to meet since you’d be studying here for a while.

Kevin clears space in his house for you, setting up the old sofa with a blanket and a pillow, joking that it’s “five-star accommodations if you squint.” At school and around town, you act like the friends everyone assumes you are.

One evening, while Betty asks how you met, you trip over your words, almost giving away the wrong detail. Kevin cuts in smoothly, finishing the story for you without missing a beat, turning your mistake into part of the joke. Nobody suspects a thing.

When you both step outside, Kevin leans close, his voice low.

“Careful. Don’t blow it.”

Later that night, back at the house, the mood is quieter. Kevin watches you for a long moment before finally speaking. “You’ve seen them now,” he says, meaning the people connected to Zoey. “You’ve talked to them. So tell me—” his tone sharpens, not out of anger, but out of weight, of care.

“Who are the suspects?”