Chapter twelve

"I said, I didn't kill her!" Samson roared one more time.

"Mr Maxfield, you do know that denying it will get you no where. Why don't you say the truth, confess to it and your punishment might be less." The Blondie in charge told Samson as Samson panted in heavy breaths.

"Do you perhaps have anxiety problem? Maybe you did things you can't remember?"

"I don't know what you are talking about," Samson simply said looking away from him.

"Did you get yourself treated? Who treated you?"

"I said I don't know what you are talking about!" Samson yelled stomping his hand on the table angrily. He held his head, suddenly feeling light headed and groaned softly seconds later. He quickly reached for the glass of water on the table there and drank half of it.

"As I thought," the officer tsked. "This is the second day and you've refused to say anything. You do not want to stay here forever, do you?" Officer Peter asked.

"I'm saying anything because I don't know anything!" Samson said to him.

"You call