But after contemplating about it for a while, she finally told her, "I don't know if you will believe me, but I think I've got a clue for the accident that killed my sister and her family."
Kimberly leaned forward as she couldn't hide her surprise upon hearing Medea's answer. "How so, Madam? What kind of clue?"
Meanwhile, inside one of the barrels where he got stuffed in and suffocating, Clyde slowly opened the only eye he got left and saw nothing but the sight of his wrists locked by a handcuff.
He couldn't even feel the pain of the missing nails that Wayne had ripped off his fingers, nor the dried scars on his back from the merciless whipping and lacerations he endured a few hours back.
For his mind was in a complete mess, and all that filled his shivering body was the unanswered questions that had come to haunt him.
