"I don't know how many times I have to tell you, I didn't do this. I'm not the man you should be looking for!" I said, exasperated. I had been in this interrogation room for what felt like days, but was probably only a few hours. Detective Hillard rolled his eyes and inquired," If you didn't do this, how was your DNA under the victim's fingernails? How was her blood on your shoes? And how did your fingerprints end up on the murder weapon?" His voice sounded almost sarcastic, like he was mocking me. They had already arrested me, they just wanted to hear me confess. I'll be damned if I confess to something I didn't do. After all, what I'm being accused of is horrifying. No one believes me about this being a setup. If anyone is going to prove it, it's going to be me.
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Justice is a Four Letter Word
Mystery / ThrillerA respected PI named Alexander Holt is accused of the murder of his long time girlfriend after their most recent breakup. He swears he didn't do it, but the evidence against him is far too incriminating. He decides to flee from the police and do the...
