The black SUV kept going for miles with the mayor's hand covered over his face in shame. He refused to say or answer any questions and pleaded the fifth.
He maintained his gaze on the floor, ignoring his surroundings. His face was still out of color and he was tempted to ask how Erica found out about the council, but his instincts kept telling him he knew who it was. Useless Pickford, the animal, was lucky it was dead; otherwise, he would have physically killed him with his bare hands.
"Even if you plead the fifth, there will come a point where you have to talk," Erica broke the silence.
He maintained his gaze on the floor and ignored her. He had other bigger problems to worry about, and she was the least of them.
"How could you look at yourself in the mirror every morning when you have daughters?" She yelled out.
