“You saw Christian being murdered?” Devon asked me, his hands on my arms. “How?”
“I don’t know,” I replied, still confused about the earlier events. “I came down here to get a drink of water, and when I turned around, Christian was standing there, arguing with someone. It was an eerie feeling watching it all unfold.”
“Did you see who killed him?” David asked, hoping to find who had killed his long-time friend.
“I am sorry, David,” I apologized to him. “I didn’t see his face. He had the hood of his jacket pulled up, as if he were getting ready to leave.” He nodded with understanding and then sat back in his chair.
“All this unfolded in front of you?” Devon asked, crossing his arms. “Did you hear what the argument was about?”
“There was no sound,” I told him. “I just stood there and wat
