As I sat down to take a breather, Martin took over for me and he continued to interrogate both Simon and Demi. I could still hear them, their stiff conversations, but as my eyes kept being flooded with tears to the point I couldn't see anything in front of me — the more Martin was employing his torture skills on Simon aiming at finding out the truth.
First, we needed the original copy of the videos straight from the hidden cameras which were placed on the apartment where I stabbed Diana. I knew they had the copies even after Simon's computer being formatted and I needed whatever it was that they had, a hard drive or a flash disk. Yet, Simon proved to be a hothead and stubborn even with two bullets on his leg hence Martin and I knew we had to take matters on our own hands.
