"You and Xander Lowe's fingerprints are all over the apartment." Clarissa told him, then added, "We also found an entry about you and Xander in her diary. It's a bit interesting."
A bead of sweat dropped from John's temple, and he wiped it harshly. "I don't understand, Detective."
Clarissa clicked her tongue irritatingly, took the diary under the table, and read all the entries about him and Xander.
"I won't beat around the bush. Just answer my question, did you kill Marcella?" Clarissa dropped her core question.
"NO. ABSOLUTELY NO!" John stood up. He denied it over and over again.
"But Xander Lowe admitted that you did it." It was a lie, of course. Until now, Clarissa had not received a text from John about Xander's confession. She could guess that the old man was as stubborn as John.
"Don't lie to me, Detective. I did nothing to Marcella, and neither did Mr. Lowe."
