Book Five, Chapter 79: There has been a murder!
What did it mean to "not resist" the trope Everyone Is a Suspect?
I knew what Riley meant when he said it. He meant we shouldn’t stay in groups because if you’re with someone, neither of you can be suspects because you can vouch for each other, and then Carousel would have to do something to split you up.
But how were we actually supposed to do that? Was I seriously supposed to wander off on my own, knowing full well there were werewolves in the forest?
At least in Ranger Danger, we were just clueless college kids who wouldn’t have realized something bad was about to happen. But in this story, we were supposed to be seasoned werewolf hunters. How could we ever get so separated that there’d be no witnesses to our innocence?
It turned out to be easier than I had thought.
We trickled out of the mini-library one or two at a time because it would look more natural that way.
As we walked back toward the stone walls of the fort, I saw Hetty Morgan, the silversmith, heading our way. She was carrying a large, heavy bag and clearly struggling with it.
On-Screen
“Miss,” she called out. “Miss Kimberly, could you please help me with this?”