"Now tell me…where's the rest of it?"
Paul's breath hitched. For years the secret had stayed hidden. But now this man had appeared, ready to tear it all open.
He bent down and faced Paul, who tried to avoid his eyes.
"Maybe I don't even need the rest of it… I already caught the killer."
Paul swallowed hard, his heart racing.
The more Martin leaned in to catch his gaze, the more he looked away, making it obvious he had done something terrible.
"Right, Paul?… you were the one who chased Edgar Hale and you were the one who hit him."
Martin had only guessed, based on what he had observed and Paul stiffened when the words hit him, proving he was right.
"But, I don't believe you did it alone. An idiot like you couldn't have pulled it off properly. Who was the other one?"
"W-who are you?" Paul stammered. "Why are you digging up this old case? Just leave it alone, it's not worth anything to you."
