In Chap­ter 95, titled “We Solve Mur­ders,” Amy finds her­self in a tense sit­u­a­tion with Jeff, whom she has restrained after a vio­lent alter­ca­tion. She has fash­ioned a lemon sweat­shirt into a tourni­quet around his thigh. Despite the agony he must be endur­ing, Jeff remains silent, moti­vat­ed by his self-respect and the threat of Amy’s gun at his tem­ple. They are con­cealed in Henk’s pri­vate den rather than being tak­en away in a car, sug­gest­ing a deep­er lev­el of manip­u­la­tion.

As they observe Susan Knox in the adja­cent board­room, Jeff real­izes Susan is not mere­ly review­ing per­son­nel files, but delet­ing them. Amy, with a keen under­stand­ing of the sit­u­a­tion, asks Jeff to promise to remain qui­et if she puts down the gun. She tight­ens the tourni­quet as they over­hear Susan’s phone call, which reveals Susan is con­tact­ing some­one about Jef­f’s predica­ment, indi­cat­ing a deep­er con­spir­a­cy.

Dur­ing their con­ver­sa­tion, Amy reveals her rea­son­ing behind shoot­ing Jeff—it was to test Susan’s loy­al­ty. As they dis­cuss Susan’s long tenure, her salary, and her sus­pi­cious liv­ing sit­u­a­tion in Hamp­stead, they begin to piece togeth­er a poten­tial betray­al. Amy notes that Susan has been manip­u­lat­ing Jeff finan­cial­ly, some­thing he ini­tial­ly dis­miss­es until con­front­ed with the evi­dence.

The exchange esca­lates when Amy answers a phone call from Susan, who con­firms Jef­f’s cul­pa­bil­i­ty in finan­cial mis­con­duct from his lap­top. Susan express­es hor­ror at not rec­og­niz­ing this soon­er and sug­gests that the only course of action left for Amy is to elim­i­nate Jeff to pre­vent him from con­tin­u­ing his schemes. This rev­e­la­tion leaves Jeff reel­ing, real­iz­ing how neglect­ed he’s made Susan feel over the years.

The chap­ter con­cludes with a moment of cama­raderie between Amy and Jeff, despite the ten­sion, as they share a hug. It illus­trates the com­plex inter­twin­ing of pro­fes­sion­al loy­al­ty, per­son­al rela­tion­ships, and the moral dilem­mas that arise dur­ing their intense encounter. Amy empha­sizes the impor­tance of appre­ci­a­tion in rela­tion­ships, hint­ing at the fragili­ty of trust that led to this pre­car­i­ous sit­u­a­tion.

In a trans­formed school hall filled with joy and cel­e­bra­tion, stu­dents gath­er to drink spiked punch under a daz­zling atmos­phere cre­at­ed by stream­ers and a glit­ter ball dan­gling low. Cou­ples sway gen­tly on the dance floor, but Chuck and his friends can’t help but notice a boy among them who has notice­ably grown taller, cre­at­ing a stir among the girls who now see him in a new light.

Misty approach­es Chuck, insist­ing, “And now you need to dance with me.” Chuck resists, stat­ing, “You know I don’t dance,” which only frus­trates Misty fur­ther. As the music shifts, a feel­ing of dread fills Chuck’s heart; he sighs as the real­iza­tion dawns on him that he must com­ply. Misty play­ful­ly push­es him, urg­ing him to join her in the cen­ter of the now-cleared space. She clings to his back and press­es close­ly against him, ignit­ing an elec­tric moment between them.

With an air of con­fi­dence, Misty lifts his hand and spins before him while singing about the uni­ver­sal expe­ri­ence of bro­ken hearts. She glances over at him, her eyes plead­ing for acknowl­edg­ment. Chuck, begrudg­ing­ly acknowl­edg­ing her sen­ti­ments, responds that his eyes are not the first to shed tears, which she quick­ly cor­rects to, “Eye.” The play­ful ban­ter light­ens the mood as he can’t help but frown while she laughs hearti­ly in response.

As the dance con­tin­ues, Misty whis­pers sweet noth­ings, her devo­tion evi­dent as Chuck lifts her effort­less­ly and twirls her around, their laugh­ter min­gling in the air. In this moment of joy and con­nec­tion, Misty con­fess­es, “I love you,” which tugs at Chuck­’s heart­strings, mak­ing the hid­den wor­ries he car­ries — rep­re­sent­ed by the check weigh­ing heav­i­ly in his pock­et — feel even more bur­den­some. His heart aches under the weight of her words while grap­pling with the com­plex­i­ties of his feel­ings, sig­nal­ing the bit­ter­sweet nature of youth and love amid a back­drop of cel­e­bra­tion.