It was late afternoon. The sun hung low, painting the hideout’s steel walls orange through the high windows.Mrs Lilly stood still, her gaze still locked on Debra.Seconds ticked by.Five.Ten.Fifteen.No one spoke.Romeo watched from the side, arms crossed.He muttered low to himself.“It seems Mrs Lilly doesn’t want to tell Debra about her mom… not yet.”He stepped forward, voice gentle.“Mrs Lilly… How was Miss Valerie murdered?”Mrs Lilly blinked, turned to him.“Oh… alright.”She looked at Debra, voice soft and careful.“Debra, I promise,I’ll tell you everything I know about your mother. Every story. Every memory. But right now… we have something more urgent on the table. Okay?”Debra hesitated, eyes searching Mrs. Lilly’s face.Then nodded slowly.“Ohh… okay.”Mrs Lilly walked to the big work table in the center, sat down heavily.“Clara called me early this morning. Voice shaking. Said Valerie was walking home after leaving here. A police car pulled up. Blocked her. Someone in