Noah and I are in the police department again, being interrogated individually.
My limbs feel a little numb.
A cop has already gone to my house and found nothing, which makes the whole event look fake. They asked some questions and used the polygraph to prove I was saying the truth, which was the case.
I've been forced to take some psychological tests too.
I may look like I've lost my mind because of how stupid I am sometimes, but that doesn't mean I'd kill someone. Nevertheless, the investigators have no other information that I've been present in two of the most recent murderers I reported to the police –even though the last time it was Noah who called.
I showed him the note as soon as I could. We're both scared but the worst part is that we can't be each other's soot
