Chapter 151. Worries.

Bryan's POV

I sat down by the corner of the cell, discomfort swirling around me. The bed was too short, too small and too hard. The cell smelled of rotten poops and smelling bodies. This was a cell, not a prison. I swigged and tossed my head back. What is Danielle doing? Where could she be, what would she be thinking about?

Someone opened my cell and took me to the investigation room. A dark room that had tinted fibreglass by the wall. A cop sat in front of me. “You are a suspect,” he started. “We know you and we know what you are capable of doing. You just have been very careless with this one and that is why we can catch you now.”

He opened a book. “Mr Smith, for years we have been trying to hunt you down, find all your mess and hope for digital evidence but you are so good, that you leave no traces at all. How did you kill Susan?”

I smiled. “If you know me so well, why do you think I killed Susan? I mean you said it yourself, I leave no traces then how were you able to trace Susan