Chapter Two-Hundred And Seven

Frederick was already feeling less cringed with fear with the words that I said and he was becoming more ready to give his contribution and notes on what exactly had happened.

His face was lightened by the calmness I had and he felt he could trust us.

"So, go on Frederick, tell us what exactly happened," I said with a calm facial expression.

"Well, when Lincoln shot his father in the leg and killed Rosemary, I never wanted that to happen, I was so shocked, I knew that I wasn't expecting that to happen, it happened so suddenly," Frederick.

"I couldn't help but shed tears, I mean I was imprisoned because I was a very high-level thief, robbing commercial banks, so I never had a chance to I'll before, or ever witnessed when someone was killed or silenced before, so it was all happening to new to me," Frederick said.

"Okay, I understand, so what happened next after he did what he did," I said trying to flutter my eyelashes to prevent the tears that were about to drop do