The Long Lost Aunt?

"No, no, no, Henry would never kill a person nevertheless his best friend, no matter how much of a jerk he is." Ingrid protested, shaking her head.

"We don't know that yet, Ingrid. Anything can happen and you said that he was looking for that rare gem." Freya replied.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean that he would kill to get it! And what about the hair strand you found at the crime scene? Who does it belong to? It can't be him!"

"We don't know yet, I sent it to the forensics for testing." Freya replied calmly while Ingrid looked anything, but calm as anxiety seemed to swallow her whole. Her hands shook as sweat gathered on her forehead and Freya noticed this, her face turned into a frown.

"Ingrid, I need you to calm down. Everything will be fine. Even if he turns out to be the murderer, it's okay, you can get any man you want." Freya said softly to comfort Ingrid.