"I'm sorry, didi." Inderjit began to frantically apologize. "It's all my fault. I'm the one who killed Mr. Tilton."
For a second, I felt as if someone had swept the rug from under my feet. But then I gathered my senses.
No! Inderjit can't do that. He can't. He is just a kid.
"What? NO. You didn't— You can't kill Mr. Tilton. I know you, Kiddo." I tried to consol him. "You can't even kill a mosquito, and you're saying you killed a person? That's nonsense."
"Okay, I didn't kill him directly, but I did kill him. It's all my fault, didi. The reason why you couldn't find any clue was because whatever the hell Vivian said was right." I can hear his soft sobs. "It's my carelessness that killed Mr. Tilton. I should have been extra careful." With every sentence, his sobs tended to go harder. "
