Manipulative Scum
"Sure, that sounds like a plan," I said. "But Dean, you need to answer our questions honestly before you leave." Now, I had a role to play. Detective Nash had scratched his nose, so I knew it was time to increase the pressure.
"I have been honest with you the whole time," he defended, his voice low and confused.
"No, you haven't. But you need to start now," Detective Nash demanded. He placed the file on the desk and flipped it open. "You lied to us about passing the victim. No... we'll call him Earle. We found the encounter you spoke of. And we followed the footage. You are in every frame, following Earle."
Dean's eyes dimmed. "It... it was not me." He turned to me to plead.
"Then, where were you these past two weeks?" Nash asked, his voice no longer friendly. "I trusted you. Detective Lewis trusted you and we find this footage... you need to tell us where you were. We are trying to help you out in this situation but you keep lying to us."