WIP Wednesday

“This isn’t a joke. A man is dead. My job is to get to the bottom of things.”Titos didn’t blink or move for a very long, dark pause. Afterward, the silence was broken by his deep, quiet tone. “Ask your questions, Detective.”Arguably, Love might’ve killed Barnes. Motive, means, and opportunity had to be determined. “Can you tell me your whereabouts over the past few days?” Normally, solving cases was all that mattered to Derek. Once on a scent to truth he would never give up until found. Sleep became less and less. The tick of the clock taunted him until justice was served. He loved his job. Always had. But now something new pierced his mental armor.“I was here or at home, Detective.”“Was anyone with you?”“Kyros was with me at work.”“And at home?”“I live alone,” Titos answered.His mind became the punching bag of this new prayer. Please let him be innocent.
Dream Big!
Kris