At the Mall of Mocon
Dax entered the mall with two advocates and his secretary in tow. They entered the infirmary to see Billy Craft blankly sitting without daring to step out.
"President Craft." Secretary Sawyer greeted him to get his attention but failed to get any response.
Dax nodded again looking at pale Billy Craft. Secretary Sawyer took the cue and patted Billy's shoulder.
Billy uttered out in fright moving away from the source of touch. "I didn't kill her. I didn't…" He regained his senses and sat straight thinking of a way to hide what he blurted out.
Dax assumed 'her' was his innocent Dum Dum and grabbed his collar instinctively. "Who killed her?" His every word was clear as day but frosty as stone in the freezing winter. Neither tone nor his expression carried any hint of warmth.
