My mind went blank. Simon leaned close and whispered, “It’s the beggar who used to pick up garbage at our school’s gate. Zara, you knew him, right?”
My thoughts froze and I grabbed Simon’s arm. “Say it again? Who did she kill? Who?” Simon laughed mockingly. “It doesn’t matter how many times I say it.”
“The homeless man had died. You’re the only one with a deep connection to him. Why did you have to go to jail? Because you’re the only one who cares about him, so you would probably collect evidence, but what if you don’t have time to search?”
I was stunned. Everything was calculated. Simon continued, “You’re smart, high school and college tuition were free, you could definitely find out if you wanted to, but time will consume more than you think.”
Then, he reached into my purse. I tried to stop him, but he was quicker. “A recorder? Zara, is this your little trick?” I said nothing as I watched him break the recorder in half.
Simon’s eyes gleamed with a cruel satisfaction as he tossed the broken pieces to the ground. “You really thought you could trap me, didn’t you? How naive.”