With a merciless thoroughness, Herman fired again and again, ensuring no survivors.

Then, weary from the carnage, he collapsed onto the sofa, his expression vacant.

He raised the gun to his temple with a trembling hand…

Bang!

The bullet created a gruesome hole in Herman’s head.

His eyes lost their life as they widened, and his hand was still clutching the gun, dangling uselessly.

As the video played, the policeman observing Hannah’s face was searching for any sign of emotion.

After noting her unchanging expression, he switched off the video.

“Miss Moore, do you have any comments on this video?”

“What do you mean?”

raised her eyebrows and replied, “It appears to be a

don’t have any

hands on the table and invading Hannah’s personal space

Moore, you seemed completely unfazed by what

leaned back, her expression one of

it fairly common for such conflicts to occur

interpreted Hannah’s reclined posture as a sign of defensiveness, thinking he had pinpointed a

He pressed on.

the murder scene didn’t

responded earnestly, “I’ve seen

demeanor disturbs

with Hannah’s aloofness peaked, and he slammed

Clang!

made a resonant clanging noise and

anger flared as he perceived her as someone

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