────── RAVEN RAYAS

"I'm Raven Rayas, fiancée to Roy Drysdale."

"You're from Spain?" Blanc asked.

"What? No, I'm from Brazil," she corrected.

"Sorry, Walt thought you were from Spain," said Blanc.

Raven rolled her eyes. "Walt thinks Marta's from Uruguay and Linda thinks she's from Ecuador when she's really from Brazil."

"Walt also said you left the party early. Why is that?" Blanc asked.

"I was feeling sick," Raven answered. "There's not much to it."

"You left shortly after Ransom. Is that right?"

"I wasn't paying attention to him. I was enjoying the party with Roy," she added.

"Yes, talk to us about your relationship with Roy."

"Well, what do you want to know?" she asked.

"How you met - when you got engaged."

"I was working at the publishing company Harlan owns - or owned, I guess. I was a runner, which is like a personal assistant to everyone. It's a terrible job, really, if you're surrounded by bad people who want to see you suffer, which I was. I ran into Roy one day when I was running around the office carrying coffee trays for the people who demanded it. I could barely remember whose order was whose. Anyway, I literally ran into him, but no coffee was spilled. They were sealed in the little cardboard holders. He wasn't angry. I think it's because I didn't spill anything. That's how we met."

"You tell a more detailed story than he does," Blanc informed.

"Well, no offense, but some men don't pay attention to those sort of details. Roy is a hardworking businessman. Stats are on his mind pretty much all the time, but I love him," she quickly added. "I'm not going to pry into his life and demand he pay attention to me. I know Roy. He loves me."

The investigators were making her nervous, but she was a good liar. At least, she thought she was.