"I'm burning and it's because of you."
Three years ago one decision tore them apart before they even could be together. Now they meet again. With memories of the past and sweet promises of the future the world doesn't seem so bad. But the greed and...
"We are never so defenceless against suffering as when we love."
- Sigmund Freud
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Holy shit, he is really going to get me out of this, Sing thought as he watched Henry throwing at detective Niran every single argumentation of why Sing couldn't have been the one shooting at the governor of Bangkok.
Sing was almost out. He could feel it tangible on his fingers.
"According to the accusation made against my client by your unnamed source, my client was attempting to commit an attentat on the governor of Bangkok, is that correct?"
"Correct," detective Niran nodded.
"The attentat attempt happened on Wednesday, June 8th 2022 at 10:42 AM, local time, at the opening of the new art pavilion in the National Art Gallery in Bangkok. Correct?"
"Correct."
"There is CCTV footage of my client setting up the rifle and pulling the trigger. Correct?"
"Correct."
"Wrong," Henry pulled up Sing's medical records and pushed them across the table towards the detective. "According to my client's medical records, my client is right-handed," Henry pointed at the CCTV footage playing on the laptop, "the man on the footage is pulling the trigger with his left hand."
"That doesn't exclude the option that your client decided to use his non-dominant hand in case someone would see him."
"According to your report of the incident, the bullet missed the head of the governor of Bangkok only by millimetres and that's only due to him stepping one step down right at the moment the man on the CCTV footage pulled the trigger. With the years of you being a detective, you have to have a lot of knowledge about handling a gun. Tell me," Henry leaned over the table closer to detective Niran, "is it possible for someone with their non-dominant hand to aim this precisely? I mean if the governor didn't step down at the right moment you'd be picking up parts of his skull all over the pavilion."
Detective Niran was quiet for a moment, letting his mind evaluate all the possibilities. Yes, it was extremely hard to be that precise with your non-dominant hand but still...it wasn't impossible.
"Besides," Henry decided to use the situation in his favour, seeing that detective Niran was doubting himself, "my client has never held a gun in his hands, or do you have evidence to dispute that?"
"No, we don't have that," detective Niran said through his gritted teeth. He didn't like where this was going. This was supposed to be a quick and easy case.
"And, let me address the biggest elephant in the room," Henry leaned back in his chair, playing with a pen in his hands — it was a pen he once borrowed from Earth's car and forgot to return. "We can't see the face of the man on the CCTV footage, how can you be so sure it is my client?"
