VOSS: Tell me again what you were doing Monday night.
Lash: Editing. In my place. I've got time stamps on everything I uploaded.
VOSS: The red ink you keep in your apartment-
Lash:It's part of the aesthetic. DIY stuff. Blood wasn't mine. I've cut myself before--sure--but this? No.
Defensive, anxious. Knew Marcus well. Motive unclear.
VOSS: Jackie, why are you still wearing Sarah's perfume?
VOSS: Did you have a falling out with Sarah?
Grey: Not really. Just... drifted. She was tired of us. Said we didn't finish things. But none of us expected this. You have to believe that.
Soft-spoken but confident. No alibi. Knew Sarah's routines.
VOSS: You wrote a story called "A Woman Buried Singing." That ring a bell?
Nin: Yes. But it's fiction. Writers work with images, metaphors--
VOSS: Did you see Marcus recently?
Nin: No. He stopped responding to messages. Said the group was "poisoned." Said someone was watching him."
Articulate. Alibi unclear. Fiction eerily matches crime details.