I was leaning back in the chair, just casually watching Damien as if I were engrossed in some TV show.
I mean, hadn't he always believed Juliet and not trusted me? Now, the evidence was right there in his face. I really wanted to see if he could come up with any more excuses.
Once the recording was over, everyone's expressions darkened.
Zion leaned back in his chair. He was constantly fidgeting with a lighter even though smoking wasn't permitted in the interview room.
"This involves someone's life," Zion uttered in a low, deep voice.
Damien remained silent throughout. His face showed no emotion, but the atmosphere slowly became more tense.
I could tell he was pissed off, and I meant utterly pissed.
"Damien, you and Juliet are the ones responsible for her death. You're both murderers." Violette's voice sounded exhausted, as if she couldn't muster the strength to argue anymore.
