“Will you work with me, Jocelyn?” Mr. Reynolds rephrased his question when I didn't give him an answer.
“Who framed my father?” I asked all of a sudden.
Mr. Reynolds's eyes widened and I could his resolve begin to c***k. I also surprised myself and the question came out on impulse. My fear had dissipated and a good chunk of curiosity had come in its place.
When I didn't get an answer, I asked again, “Who framed my father?”
This time it was Mr. Reynolds's turn to be left speechless.
A cloud of silence hovered over us as we both stared at each other. My questions needed to be answered in full before I could go ahead with any plans.
Mr. Reynolds's silence told me one thing clearly. He was guilty and didn't have a way of telling a lie to get through to me.
Tired of the silence, I spoke
