‘What do you mean?’ I try to pretend. I have to get out of this clean. 'I don't get you, Sir. Could be more precise with your sentences? These are rather vague.'
The prosecutor smirks. His eyes tell it all. He is baiting me to acceptance. I have been trained for three days. Not today, uncle. Not today.
‘Besides,’ I continue through gritted teeth, batting my eyelashes. My inmates have been profound gurus. They told me all about the psychology of criminal minds and prosecutors. Quite a few of them are regulars. It just enhances my chance of dodging the questions.
I blink and clear my throat before speaking. ‘My relations with the teacher is none of your business. I am certain it doesn’t have any relation with the drug bust too except we happen to bump into each other. It's a mere coinc
