No way! No way, no way, NO WAY! Inderjit… he… can't do it. I don't know about murder, but capturing someone's intimate moment, especially a girl's, especially Catherine's. No! It's impossible.
"I know it's hard to believe," Catherine said, her voice quivering as she struggled to convey the depth of her emotions. Her words trembled as if carrying a heavy burden of truth. "He didn't even let me have any doubts, he was so nice to me. But... I have seen it with my own two eyes, he did it." Her voice quivered further, revealing the turmoil within her. "He killed Mr. Tilton. He was the one who came after Mr. Tilton in the girl's restroom." A mixture of disbelief, sadness, and a hint of anger lingered in the air, as if her very voice carried the weight of the shocking revelation she had to shar
