Dead.

I leaned back against the chair. Toro had no evidence. I was careful. The only mistake that I had made was I never got to wash Amber's blood from the knife-but that couldn't have connected Frankie or I.

The door opened and Toro walked in. He looked at me, "Gerard, I have some images that I'm sure you recognize." He laid out the images in front of me. He said, "Take a good look."

I did, and after I replied, "A room?" I raised a brow, really surprised, "And what else? Do you have anymore evidence that connect me to the scene?"

Toro didn't directly reply to my question. He instead said, "Just look at the goddamn pictures." And I laughed. I couldn't help it. This case was so weak, so pathetic that it was laughable. I stood up from the chair, "Toro, you got a lot of work to do. Let me guess, this shit is all speculation from you? You thought the mysterious black hair man and his short boyfriend had something to do it?"

Toro snapped, "I know you did it." He leaned in, his hands pressed against the table, "And you wanna know why? Because yours and Frank's background are something I haven't seen before. Frank's background was all somber and yours was somewhat untraceable. You lived here all your life, yet, I can hardly find out anything about you." He added, “You’re clever on covering your tracks, and that gets you into trouble.” His voice was stressed as he pointed his finger, "You and Frank are at the top of my suspect list."

I shouted back, “You have no fucking evidence to keep Frank and I in here!”

He became quiet, and yet, I can still feel his confidence from the other side of the table. He said, “I can have you here for 48 hours. So get comfy while I gather more shit on you and your partner, Raven."

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