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As I prepared the tea, Tom and Sarah stumbled over themselves trying to come up with excuses. Their voices were tinged with panic, a stark contrast to their previous bravado. It was astonishing how quickly their confident demeanor crumbled when faced with the possibility of evidence.

Mr. Davies, maintaining his professional composure, accepted my offer and stepped inside. He gave Tom and Sarah a polite nod before closing the door behind him, leaving them standing awkwardly on the porch. I watched through the window as they exchanged worried glances, clearly aware that their charade was unraveling.

Inside, I brewed a pot of chamomile tea, the calming aroma filling the room. Mr. Davies sat patiently at my kitchen table, his eyes scanning the room with the keen observation of someone used to analyzing details. I noticed that he carried himself with the quiet confidence of a man who had seen many cases like this before.