THE LAST NIGHT

"Teenagers are mad, aren't they." Emma spoke as she blew on her coffee.

"The biggest crime that I did as a teenager was that I kept my wet sweats in the microwave so I could get it dried faster and wear it to school the next day." She continued.

"And here you'll see teens killing their friends." I added.

"That boy is so sweet to kill someone." She spoke while staring at the blank wall.

" But he did. He went there with his uncle and he painted the truck, that's what Mr. Paul said." I spoke.

To be honest, from the very beginning I suspected that boy. But, what did he do? And why did he do?

"When are we going to arrest him?" She asked.

"We need fucking evidences, Emma. We just know little, 'very little'. Why did he go to Godwin's house? Maybe he buried the body in the garden, but again, he didn't stay at his house for too long that night. There wasn't enough time for Lijah to kill Godwin and then bury him. But, Amanda, she was in there for a long time. Which means, she can be our killer."

" or, one of our two killers." Emma added.

Oh yeh! Both of them together! That is a pretty good observation there. Oh Emma, this is why I love you. The exact synonym for beauty with brains!

" We'll get enough evidence when we question him, 'and her'. " She suggested.

'But', Let them enjoy for this one last night. The last night of enjoyment, perhaps."