“I’ve told you everything I know.” Dennis glared at Ben across the table in the interrogation room. “You have no answers, I have no answers. Someone is obviously setting me up.”
Ben stood and stretched. He’d sat for too long going around in circles with this man. “But why? What would motivate someone to go to such trouble? To steal your g*n—and somehow know where it was to steal—then plant it on the yacht you were supposed to meet Jack on the day he vanished. How is that proving you killed Jack?”
“Exactly! There’s no evidence I have anything to do with Jack going wherever he went. And now you’ve admitted it, I’d like to leave.”
“Soon.” Ben turned his chair around and straddled it. “You see, there’s still a few things I need to know. Are you having an affair with Meredith Bannerman?”
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