JARED’S POV
THE NEXT DAY
“Do you need a lawyer or we can continue with the interrogation?” The Sherriff asked.
“I am okay sir,” I admitted.
“Take this, you will need it,” He handed me a cup of coffee from Starbucks.
“Thank you,” I huffed and sipped it fast almost draining it with my first sip.
“Please answer this questions correctly because if you lie, I will catch up with you!” He threatened and I nodded.
“Mr. Jared Young, where were you on the night of 14th October?” He inquired.
“I was at my cabin down in LA,” I testified confidently and avoided shuffling so as not to look guilty.
“Who can you bring on board to ascertain that you were really there that night?” He implored.
“My wife Hazel since she left me at the house around 8:00O’clock,” I mumbled.
“The fire thing that kill
