"And where were you that night?" Benjamin cut him off and Marcel turned his intense gaze on him. There was a smug look on his face as he repeated the question, "Where were you that night, Marcel? Why did you not stop the attack?"
Marcel smiled wryly, licking his lower lips. Benjamin was the least smart out of all of his uncles and he could already visualize the many ways he could end his pathetic life - not that he was going to do it. But imagining it was quite therapeutic and effective in helping him handle his anger.
He looked at him and said, "I didn't know that this was an interrogation? Wait, I have to report my going in and out to you now?"
Benjamin answered, "We just want to know what happened -"
"Then shut up and listen to my report and stop cutting me off!" Marcel thundered, stunning the man and everyone else at the table.
