No mercy

“Great! Let’s try this again then. Does anyone know about any of this? Did you tell anyone?” Amanda asked.

“No, no, I didn’t. I only found out about it myself less than two weeks ago. I won't tell anyone, I promise.”

“Good, good, I believe you, and how exactly did you find out about it?”

“I was going through and sorting my late father’s stuff and I found the videos there, then I printed out the pictures. He must have stumbled upon the crime scene or something, but for some reason, didn’t seem it necessary to report Steve … probably because they were friends. I just wanted justice to be served. I remember poor Victoria, and I liked her a lot back then. She used to buy me ice cream and was nice to me whenever my Dad wasn’t around and she saw me waiting outside the house for him to come back home. That was why I kept asking this guy to confess, but now, I realize that I should learn to mind my business.”

“It’s a good thing that you’ve learned to mind your business, Alan, dear. I trus