Chapter 117: Truth

I hissed as I dropped the gun at last, feeling the new audience in the bedroom begin to surround me. My heart raced out of my chest and I lowered myself out of protection. At least in the large group of onlookers, Ken was not a part of this witch hunt.

He would be oblivious to the setup happening here today.

I couldn’t escape all of these people, either. Even if I wanted to run away from this obvious attempt to frame me, I feared it would work.

Would the police believe me when I would tell them it was all a lie? I held the gun and Herman now laid with a bullet wound to the chest. They knew I was the easiest target to blame.

That’s why Joan sent me here in the first place!

Joan put away her phone when the wailing to Ellis had finally run short. It wasn’t long before I could track the sound of his steps coming up the stairs. He raced into the room, nearly knocking Joan off balance, and rushing to his grandfather’s side.