"You know the identity of the murderer, right?" I grabbed Dexter's hand tightly in slight agitation as he remained silent. "Tell me who he is."
A look of panic crossed Dexter's face. He turned his back against me, as if he was avoiding me. "I don't."
"You do know who he is!" His reaction made me anxious. He must know who the murderer is, but why wouldn't he tell me?
Dexter walked ahead in avoidance as he refused to reveal who the murderer was.
I followed him closely and questioned him repeatedly.
But no matter how I asked, he refused to budge.
I had thought of going to the police or telling Zion and Violette, but right now, I was Sofia… not Sophia.
No one would believe me.
Furthermore, from my interactions with the murderer, I could tell that he was somehow connected to Sophia.
If I went after the killer before finding out what was going on, I would spook him while implicating myself.
I rubbed my eyes in frustration.
