ALEXANDER'S POV
"You've gotten the culprit, why are you still holding me?" Kevin blurted. I was disgusted with the fact that he had already concluded I was the culprit.
While I was escorted to another room, my father walked into the station, his presence commanded so much respect that he didn't need to speak before I was ushered out, same as Kevin.
"Haven't the interrogation section ended?" Dad asked staring at me with an expression I didn't quite understand. He looked disappointed and sad, but what was more evident was fear.
"The DNA results prove that Alex was with her at the time of her death and struggled with her, too," the lead detective said.
"According to the autopsy, how long has she been dead?" Dad asked, scanning the room with his eyes as though afraid that a wild animal
