" So... Mr Richardson is it?... I reckon it'd be best for me and you if you would just be a good rich person that you are, and own up to your deeds. No games, we can all go our separate ways" Inspector Roosen stated in an indignant just as she the door to the interrogation room shut close behind her. She walked towards the sit on the other end of the sturdy iron table in the middle of the room.
Bob who had raised his head to see who had entered the room silently watched as the lady with dark short brown hair of average height propped herself into the seat on the other end of the table between them.
" You killed that man didn't you?"
Bob's heart sank!
He realized a little too late that what had happened was a trap that was all setup by Courtney, just as the incident between himself and
