Dane
"Problem?" Dane was grief-stricken, confused, and so angry. "What problem?"
"The last person your sister was seen with, was you."
Dane's stomach had gone cold. Dane had dropped her off at the house last night, though he didn't know who would have seen them. "And?" he asked.
"And you're the one who found her today. Dead."
"Because we had plans! I went to find her when she didn't answer."
"You gained entry to her apartment. How?"
Dane blinked. "The door was already unlocked. Left open—"
"Convenient," the Detective commented.
Dane glared at him. "It's the truth."
The Detective shrugged. "You have quite the story here. And the only person who can confirm it is…you. Is it true you tried to blackmail your father yesterday and he refused you?"
