Weary eyes casted Asher suspicion. All of a sudden, at the snap of a finger, he took the stand. Asher Trent became the prime suspect.
"It wasn't me! It wasn't!" Asher craned his head left and right, a deer struck by lights. His footsteps were unsteady and he carried himself too close to the evidence. William furrowed his brow. If he tried to mess up the evidence…
"Save it for your testimony," Detective Matasaburō said. "You are our first official suspect."
"A-and not Kazi?" Asher pointed at the aforementioned man. "He had motive! Right Nash? He was—"
"That was nothing more than squabble," Nash interjected. "I let my emotions get the best of me, I admit it. But my priority is catching the killer. I don't give a shit if it's you or Kazi or anyone else in this room. Tony deserves better. He deserves for the killer to be exposed."
"It's Kazi!" Asher continued pointing at the innocent man. It did not make him look better. "It's him! It has to be!"
