DRAKE'S VIEW
Anna's eyes grew in diameter as she couldn't take her eyes off of the television. She listened, and I saw the panic in her.
"Something wrong?" I questioned her.
"They said that he was killed by a crossbow, and they are looking for the murderer and the murder weapon," she said in a nervous tone.
"Are they? Don't you have the murder weapon in your possession?" I smirked at her.
"Interesting," I remarked, with wicked amusement. "They won't find me," she wailed. "Interesting," I commented as I played the recording of her confessing to Drenmore's death. "You recorded me!" she spat. "How dare you!"
"I had to, you see Anna. I will always be one step ahead of you and the Colonel. You, nor the Colonel, have an alibi for the time of Drenmore's death, do you?"
Tears flooded her eyes as she listened to herself. "No one will believe you!" she spat.
"The Colonel and I will cover each other, you see!"
