"What I want is the truth. The truth about Challes," he declared as he fiddled and played with the transaction card he had in his hands.
"What do you want to know about him?" I appealed, my face expressionless as I took hold of all my feelings and locked them aside.
"Is he a dead man now?" he began, firing his first question.
I stopped and thought for a while, then with a pause I said. "... He is."
His gaze dropped, and he no longer played with the card, instead, he let out a breath. It wasn't a breath of despair, nor disappointment or regret. He seemed like he expected this to happen but was not sure that it would all go as he suspected, but now that it did, he was just surprised. That's all.
"Did you kill him?" he asked, raising his eyes and casting his gaze at me.
"What if I did?"
"Well, that would be quite amusing."