"Mentioned it in the passing? Raping and murdering someone isn't something you mention in the passing," I snapped, finally getting into my bit. My hand banged against the table. I hoped that I was playing my part properly. "What a cocky bastard." I hissed.
"Detective Lewis," Nash reprimanded right on cue.
"Well, the sick bastard slipped through the investigation and wasn't convicted. It's probably a good thing that he's dead. Divine retribution if you ask me." Dean looked up at me in shock.
"But we still need to find out the guy who murdered him. That's our job. Keep your personal feelings out of this," Detective Nash said in a firm voice. I scoffed and looked away. Dean's eyes were trained on me. He was completely ignoring Detective Nash post that.
The need to brag about what he had done was bubbling in his heart and I was the person who was on his side in his opinion.
"Do you know who did it?"
"No."
