I was cuffed. My hands were behind my back. I was being framed for Johnny's murder. The police told me it was just to question me.
Then most likely I could be set free. I was in deep waters now. I did not kill him. I should have stayed out of the house. Away from the murder.
Now I regretted going on in. Worrying about Johnny. Something killed him. That was for certain. A ghost. Something that new me. Something that knew Johnny did not believe in them.
They were angered that Michael was human now. Angered enough to kill. Who knew when they might strike again. And being in jail meant there was nothing I could do about it.
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"We'll have you out as soon as we can miss" the officer tells me as he makes me sit in the back of his car.
"I am telling you all I know. I did not kill Johnny.
