He hesitated, keeping a blank stare on me as his smile evolved to sardonic laughter, “Me?” He scoffed, “What makes you think it's me? What motive could I possibly have to kill your boyfriend who I didn't even know so well?” a deep furrow appeared on his perplexed brows.
I hesitated, keeping him at the edge of his seat as I slowly took my ice cream, “I have no idea, but something's telling me you aren't being as truthful as you claim. You might be hiding something, all of you might be hiding something then trying to pin on someone else. Typical aristocratic behavior,” I shrugged.
“Surely you don't believe I'd waste a murder on Edison?" he scoffed, "By the looks of it, he could have done that himself with all the bad debts he's been up to. Besides, how do we know it's not one of these supp
