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After a few seconds, Aaron tore his eyes away from the frame. He knew that all this investigation, like the ones before it, was focused on his family. He took a seat in one of the chairs opposite Spencer's desk.

The environment was much more familiar than he deemed prudent.

"You were present the night Benedict died," the inspector accused.

Granger reclined in the uncomfortable chair. His superior posture remained unshakeable, despite being out of his comfort zone. Aaron twirled the silver ring on his middle finger before looking at Spencer and saying:

"Prove it."

"You'll rot in a fetid cell, I promise."

"Put me in the cell, then" just like the inspector, Aaron knew how to provoke.

Granger's blue eyes sparkled with challenge. The way he joked with Spencer whenever he could made the inspector's hatred increase. Aaron knew that the police were far from fully discovering the truth, and he wouldn't be the one to put his cards on the table.

"Why was Benedict killed?" Spencer asked,