"What?" I voiced. I turned to look at Jones to read his facial expression. He looked like he had just seen a ghost. "What do you mean by that?" I frowned, stepping forward to meet the officer's gaze.
"You must be mistaken, there is no way he murdered Dale, okay?" I snapped at them, internally breaking off. Jones murder Dale? It made no sense. Why would they think that? What did they find out? I was curious to know, yet, I wasn't curious to know. I really didn't want things to get worse from where they were.
"Listen miss, we are not saying you're wrong, he is nothing but a suspect, let us handle these things in our own way okay?" He sighed, trying to speak as calmly as he could, as if that would even work out at the moment. He must have seen how upset I was made because his eyes softened
