“Now like I promised. It’s your turn. Ask.” I asked sternly. Fun time is over.
“Just those fake papers shouldn’t have been enough to make you doubt me. What else gave me away?” He glared.
“For one, Uncle Nick and Amanda were extremely uncomfortable around you and always glowered at you. You made the two most sweetest people who doesn’t hesitate to forgive infinite amount of times, to hate you. That was a dead give away. Plus the huge amount in Carol’s account. You shouldn’t have done that.” I shook my head.
“Black Jack is known to never leave any evidence behind. Yet you made it quite obvious that you were trying to deviate my attention towards Carol. When my clues had narrowed down on you two.” I continued.
“Now my turn. Why did you do all this? My parents were nothing but kind to you. Gave you home when you were homeless, and a great job when you were searching for a job for months in New York.” I asked.
This was the final question that was left to end all this drama.
